Our mind it shall play tricks on us br in a welcome and tantalizing way br the lucky passers-bye who can see br a vision of ourselves playing in the hey br br It would appear that we have been here before br in such a place where the dark grows darkest br and bright light filters in between the cracks br guiding ones foot steps that could not resist br br The rooster is crowing atop the weather vane br smells of flap jacks, and bacon cooking in the air br moms dishing out vittles with a checkered apron on br our loved one's some here and some gone are there br br O' such power does this thing of rotted wood hold br over our wondering, restless, and weathered souls, br to many of whom shall pass it by; just an old red barn, br but us lucky ones are in that field, digging those holes br br br br Inspired by Joseph Anderson br "A Haven From Life's Storm "br br Edwin Baldwinbr br