walking up this abandoned road
are the footsteps lost in time
where borrowed memories float
and ancient bells do chime
the holiness of a lost cathedral
when you push the doors aside
the mysteries of a fallen age
their prayers felt deep inside
hear the songs of the previous souls
their melodies soft but clear
singing in a mourning choir
those hymns we hold so dear
sermons here are set in wood
as they reverberate through the wall
layers of dust and dirt have settled on
the teachings of Peter and St Paul
this ancient barn once
so majestic and revered
collapsing on its own axeis
has slowly all but disappeared
solemly chant the ancestral names
of all those who came before
who worked , lived and loved
but who can worship here no more
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Author:
WL (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Painting and poem to Americas lost barns ancient and dilapidated and the holiness you feel when you enter one ... this one in the painting now is no more and it makes me sad
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Comments6
Great painting, you captured the light beautifully! And the poem is awesome!
Thank you brother Fred
The Sun shine on the shabby barn, reflect old-day's glory. The luxuriant tree nourish previous souls.
Beautiful painting with nostalgic poem.
Thanks M&M reflect old days glory love it
I felt this. Good work.
Thanks Nicholas
Super painting and a great nostalgic write.
Thanks Michael
Beautiful write, old building are wonderful to go into, the stories they could tell are intriguing.
Wonderful painting WL.
I did this painting maybe 15 years or so ago , I painted this barn a couple times a wonderful old place that has since been taken down , thanks for relating
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