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