Jackson Barracks Poem by Ryan Lee

I worked there for many years;
until it was destroyed by a storm.
I felt the pain and cried the tears.
Life now has a different norm.
For yesteryear had a steady routine.

Friendships were dear and sweet.
Working in that historical scene.
Cherishing each person I got to meet.

Although the Barracks is now restored;
and the years have passed and gone.
I think fondly of that place I adored.
As I move into a brand new dawn.