Ontario winter,
and roots in black soil of century past,
white covered, snow laden.

With barn of garnished grey
and (no-longer virgin) knots and planks,
and garish crimson door.

History, passing, stops
to capture moment of the day,
this fleeting year.

Sturdy byre soon will be gone,
and shall a grandchild know
or remember?

- L. Barber