Safe trips to grandma's house everyone. Happy Thanksgiving. This poem was written by my dad a few years back. It fit today's picture...

This barn, this weathered gravemark of the past,
Withstands Time's ravages from day to day.
But walls that stagger, roofs that sag and sway,
Must give way to the elements at last.

Great gaping cracks let in every wintery gust
To fleck skewed floors with snow, or blow them bare.
The faithful horse that once found shelter there,
is now a bone pile, leering from the dust.

Constructions that are framed by human hands,
Though planned with artfulness and built with care,
Succomb to overpowering demands
Of atrophy, decay and disrepair.

Earth unto earth- returning to the lands;
Timeworn and desolate, the old barn stands.

Hila Anderson

For other songs, poems or proverbs to overcome the November blues, see the 'November Challenge' here: http://form.pbase.com/viewtopic.php?f=16&t=39245