Barn shoes

In the morning
When the dawn is cold and grey
It’s time to do the chores,
Time to start my day

I put on my old barn shoes
Once shiny and new
Now only a shadow
Well worn, and held with glue

We’ve walked a lot of miles
Stepped in places I dare not say
They’ve been a comfort
In work and in play

But the time has come to go,
They’ve walked their final trail
For I’ve found myself another
And I couldn’t pass up the sale!







My favorite poem


Oh, the comfort – the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person,

Having neither to weigh thoughts,

Nor measure words – but pouring them

All right out – just as they are –

Chaff and grain together –

Certain that a faithful hand will

Take and sift them –

Keep what is worth keeping –

And with the breath of kindness

Blow the rest away.

Dinah Maria Mulock Craik