Abandoned Barn Deep in the Woods

Abandoned, surrounded by crawling vines,
Buried deep in the trees. Powerful pines
Cover the trail that once showed signs
Designating life. What secrets could one find
Exploring the ancient pieces left behind.
Formulating pictures in inquiring minds,

Guessing at lives, trying to read their minds.
Hoeing gardens, chopping wood, clearing vines,
Investing in the future to not be left behind.
Jargon foreign to our ears whispers in the pines,
Kindred spirits of old just trying to find
Like souls who may have left little signs,

Muffled voices on the wind, looking for signs,
Never quite clear to the inquiring minds.
Oracle not present, nor one can we find,
Pulling through the thick, dense vines,
Questioning if answers can be found in the pines.
Rebuilding a dream that was left behind,

Searching for clues, we always look behind
Thickly clouded dreams, unfolding signs
Until pieces of the puzzle are found in the pines.
Validating the visions of inquiring minds,
Wishing for more knowledge from growing vines.
Xenophobia never even enters our minds,

Yearning for answers, needing to find
Zephyr of inspiration, so we look behind
Another mass of clinging, protective vines.
Buried treasure of implements leads to more signs
Catapulting our ever inquisitive minds,
Daring to hope what we’ll find in the pines.

Every thick stand of vigilant pines
Folds over secrets for someone to find.
Graciously guarding, no they don’t mind
Harboring secrets that are left behind
Inadvertently revealing small intricate signs
Just look carefully under thick vines.

Kidskin found in the pines, a remnant left behind.
Looking deeper to find some other small sign
Mulling it all over in our minds as we hack through vines.