my mom has always wanted this picture and so laurie gave it to her for christmas along with this WONDERFUL poem, it made my mom cry when she read it. i don't know if who have heard it or not but here it is...
up on the rooftop of this barn we all stood pulling out nails from the delicate wood
I told them "save this" 'cause i knew in my heart theses were memories, not wood we were pulling apart
Grandpa's hands were like iron, all callused like bone he worked the foundation setting stone upon stone
he built up a fortress to feed and keep warm the animals we raised "up north" on the farm.
the red paint has faded and turned almost gray from the time it was weathered to protect all the hay.
The pictures for you to hang on your wall and have it spark memories by some, or by all.
when you glance at the barn in this old wooden frame remember the wood and from where it whence came.
Nail by nail it went up by grandpa just once..... nail by nail it was preserved by eric, brian your sons.
Merry Christmas Becky!
love, Laurie
2 comments:
oh by the way debbie posted that -debbie
Thanks for posting it, Debbie.
My eyes got a little damp also. dk
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