Exceptional Free Verse Club From Out of the Fog by damommy

As the fog faded, the old barn stood like a ghost ship hove to in verdant waves of grass. It presented with a rusty roof, proof of its long tenure, lo, these many years. The hay bales still sat where they’d been dropped, and not a soul - beast, fowl, nor man – stirred. Once a living part of farm life, it’s been abandoned to the ravages of time . . . and no one knows its story.   Recognized Author Notes I painted the picture back in 1981.

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