Wednesday, June 29, 2011

Tobacco Barn

A tobacco barn stands in sight

You see merely a barn
I see a barn that provided for a family

You smell dust and mildew
I smell the aroma of tobacco leaves left lingering on the floor

You see tobacco hanging from the rafters
I see a man’s livelihood stripped away by our government

You’re afraid to go inside for fear of getting dirty
I am eager to touch, smell, and imagine the memories made.

You frown at the vision in front of you.
I smile at what this vision still has left to reveal

Visions are an outcome of your imagination

Written by: Ashley


1 comment:

ladaisi said...

This is beautiful. I love how you contrast the two very different feelings this place arouses.