Passed
Children
Rolled
Tumbled
Shrieked with laughter
On rows
Of baled hay
Beside the barn–
Empty and vacant—
Except for soundless spider work.
……………………..
Grandad died
Long before they were born.
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Love this. I can see the kids and feel the emptiness at the same time. Very nice!
Thank you. The image and the feelings are there even almost thirty years after I wrote the poem.