Old Barns

across the land
these relics loom
some still intact
some in decay

their stoic grace
a welcome sight
to those who pass
and life in need

in rain and snow
a refuge there
for human stock
and nature's crew

their sturdy beams
and weathered wood
infused with scent
of earth and hay

while cityscapes
may bring delight
these rustic barns
refresh our soul

Death

a looming threat
a source of fear
a dark embrace
beyond the light

a lasting grief
for those we love
a dreaded end
to consciousness

some hope to find
a state beyond
for all the end
of life that was

we see it take
our fellow beings
their fate a sign
of what's to come

death may arrive
too soon in life
or may await
our slow decline

but come it will
to all of us
no need to waste
our span of time