The Old Grandfather Clock

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I dedicate this poem to Charlene and Harold and their wonderful family.  I thank Charlene for sharing with me the story of Harold’s Grandfather’s barn.

Against the wall there it stands
Near the window
with un-working hands
Dark walnut wood
crafted by her husband’s cousin
from the farm barn that stood
on Grandfather’s land
for more than a century
in the northern part of Missouri
She and her husband travelled
by truck to carry away
this practical piece of marvel
Home to New Mexico to stay
To sit for years of enjoyment
And to prompt the story for today
She sat sharing eloquently
Sitting quietly thinking
about how decades now have past
since the clock has spent
time day and night just so
in weathered sun-bleached splendor
as Grandfather’s beloved barn
that everyone had come to know

© 2015 Merriam Kathaleen

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