Barn
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Amelia Tauber, Grade 4
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Poetry
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2015
BARN
The clouds rolled across the night’s sky
The moon begins to shine bright over the old barn house.
The old black and white cow chomps up the luscious grass,
Before he retreats to the barn.
The sound of eagles drifting through the sky was pleasant to the ear,
The farmer tended to his stock.
The rusty water trough provides water for the wild old boar
Whilst Lucy saddles up her pony Sugarfoot.
The cow strolls into the warn-out wooden barn
And rests itself in a bail of hay.
The old tree that no longer has leaves
As its big branches struggle through the night storm.
Whilst the farmer troughes from one way to another. The cow moos, the barn shakes, the tree cracks and the night sky becomes pink.