The Barn, A Found Poem Lauren Hedlund

The barn Large, old. Smelled of hay, manure, tired horses, And the sweet breath of patient cows. Peaceful smell, nothing bad could happen. Smelled of grain, harness dressing. And axle grease and rubber boots. And new rope. Warm in winter. Animals indoors. Cool in summer. Doors wide open, breeze. Ladders, grindstones, milk pail. And rusty rat traps.

Lauren Hedlund, Grade 10 Roseau High School, Roseau Teaching Artist, Julia Klatt Singer