'My Barn Burnt Down Yesterday' Poem by Linda Winchell

My barn burnt down yesterday
now I can see the moon
and the forest through all the trees.
Don't have to climb up on my roof
in order to view the things, before not seen.

They were always right there behind Old Red
that was my barns name, if you didn't know.
But because of its large wooden structure
nothing behind it would ever show.

I think this is sort of like some of our lives?
looking at, but never really seeing true.
What others seem to block out of sight
with their sinful blocking point of view.

I thank Old Red, now ashes
if only to be remembered for.
The view that is all around our obstacles
a different view, you may have never seen before.