Hope Barn

(a rhyme royal)

A hundred Chinese lanterns cross the sky

with whimsy as the sun melts in the west.

Here in the field, our hostess wipes an eye

then throws her arms around each welcome guest

to whisper secrets she has cherished lest

they disappear like mist.  She is alive

tonight, amazed to see such crowds arrive.

(for the beautiful Hope Barn, who holds her history with grace and dignity)