Finding Fireflies at Midnight

So much to say, but no way to say it.

Built by hands that bore the toil
of clearing fields and breaking soil. 
This barn was born from his youthful vigor, that would all too soon be stolen by a trigger.
He made plans and promises with his precious bride. They dreamed of the best, their future was bright. 
The whispered words behind these boards
spoke of love and life and wars.
Winter’s winds and spring’s dripping dew
gave these boards a rugged hue.
A red so true, it is the same
as the blood that left that battle stain. 
A fatal shot and his last breath torn, to return someday to his bride and barn.

Travelling. One of my favorite “Fireflies” in life’s backyard.

A new country. A new way of seeing life. A new chance to make memories that will last you a lifetime of reminiscent smiles and delightful recollections.