A Poem
By Lexie Sanders
Never has the sky brightened so, clouds so blue and gray
sun shining over a building that crumbles and decays
the windows vast and open, drooling down the front
it casts a wild shadow beneath the shaded sun.
Cows bow to the sun, as they pull and chew green sod
gazing at distant houses, following the road.
Glancing at the trees, balding before it snows
grazing on the grass as the leaves begin to fall.
Bowing to the god only to eat more.
Sharp silver fences, they slice through the brush
held together with old wood, nearly delicate, but tough.
It keeps the life inside it, protecting the humble land
Preventing the munching cows from getting out of hand.
In the midst of an autumn mist lays a large old wheel,
an old land rolling tool made of a cylinder of steel.
The valleys in the distance, bluster their clustered houses
and friendly packs of trees shade the winding passage.
The midst of a sunny pasture,
lays wild shadows to be admired by those who pass her.
Beneath the shaded sun the cows graze on narrow grass,
above the sunny sky is veiled by clouds of mass.
The crumbly old building calls to those around it.
Such a lovely sight to anyone that found it.
The Judson Mosaic 