Thursday, June 26, 2008

Their Dreams

In an Old Barn

Tons upon tons the brown-green fragrant hay
O'erbrims the mows beyond the time-warped eaves,
Up to the rafters where the spider weaves,
Though few flies wander his secluded way.
Through a high chink one lonely golden ray,
Wherein the dust is dancing, slants unstirred.
In the dry hush some rustlings light are heard,
Of winter-hidden mice at furtive play.
Far down, the cattle in their shadowed stalls,
Nose-deep in clover fodder's meadowy scent,
Forget the snows that whelm their pasture streams,
The frost that bites the world beyond their walls.
Warm housed, they dream of summer, well content
In day-long contemplation of their dreams.

Charles G. D. Roberts


  1. Thank you Angela for answering a question for Shoji and I. Whenever we pass a field with cows on our way "home", we always wonder what it is they think about... and then we try and guess. It is a silly game we play.
    Now we know they are enjoying the summer world around them. ; )

    This is a very nice poem. I can feel the warmth, hear the quiet farm sounds of the animals and the brook's water running. I can see us sitting on rockers on the porch drinking lemonade.

    Thanks for another nice picture.


  2. I needed this Angela ~~ I've been missing barns and orchard~ Love where we are, I traded the farm for the squirels and birds and butterflies that bring me entetainment in my back yard.

    Beautiful picture and poem.

    Love and Hugs
    Wanda Mom

  3. the picture go so well with the poem! I'm having to catch up with your posts - I've been busy for a while. Sorry.

  4. Great post! I love the photo and the poem is very fitting.

  5. great photo and poem the country life always brings me to enjoy the simple
    treasures in life

    hugs and love