Prompt: Write a poem about the first thing which enters your mind after you read this prompt.
Stephanie | Beautiful barn, how I love you so. Weathered wood and chipped paint, but your beauty never fades. The treasures you hold inside excite me. The ever changing sky awakens to a new day, fresh light light shines on your aged perfection, oh beautiful barn.
Annetta | Memories Lost
road trips and day trips even across seas
they are memories shared and things we've seen
once they were safe and stored, but now are no more.
lost are those memories from our eyes leaving my heart empty
they can't be restored, new ones must be explored.