The Barn

Standing here,
Body frozen in time,
The crisp November air chilling my bones,
My thoughts tumbling to
Warm summers
Years ago,
When this barn,
A dull red, cracks in the walls,
Was my castle;
This field was my kingdom.
I ruled over it all.
Another blast of cold air brings me back to reality.

KW '11

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