Look Inside the Barn


He whispered to me
Look inside the barn
as I lay asleep.
The barn had always
stirred my curiosity.

On hot summer days
I would think about
what might be in there,
what treasure I might find.
Nothing in there but snakes,
my grandmother would say.

That old barn called to me
in my dreams and in moments
of my wandering mind.
Momma said there is truly
nothing at all to see.

But he whispers in my ear
from time to time
assuring me that a piece
of me had been stowed inside.
This drives away any fear.

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