Monday, October 17, 2011

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)


Buddah Moskowitz said...

I liked this very much - Mosk

Lucie Martin said...

Wonderful- she is a glorious hostess.

Andrew Kreider said...

Thanks, Lucie and Mosk! Lucie, you know this lady well...