The Barn.....Challenge.

[Edward Dean]

The tires kick up a trailing cloud of road dust as the car whizzes by the old bent and randomly tilted white posted wooden road signs.

[Life is]

[good]

[life is]

[great]

[so please]

[don't wait]

The old wooden barn's huge sagging billboard side announces the message master with faded and crackled five foot white lettering, 'Burma Shave'.

Young spring colts gaily dance with their mothers around the barns sagging perimeter, born never to pull the old partnered wagon that blends its weathered graying hue into the larger mate and the old barn creaks a sigh of nostalgia against the prevailing wind knowing his new frolicking tenants will keep him useful in his waning years.

Both wooden backbones sag reluctantly but remain unyielding and unbroken, begging for another chance at life but just as dirt roads do not connect to the internet; their burnished nostalgia only speaks to some useful yesterday.

Time and technology have rendered the sagging boards foamy messenger useless but yet  creative words and writing still sing eternal along one of life's' oft forgotten roads.

[Peter McNiff]

This barn needs no picture, it needs welfare. I you need a hand, neighbour, you know where to get me.

[Teresa]

A real beauty, Ed.  What have you been eating for breakfast lately?  Send me some!

[Gita]

Excellent. Ditto everyone else. (It's a lazy Saturday morning.)

[Cita]

Aaahhh.... I love prose that sings.

[Mike Handley]

Agreed. No. 5 is a home run; it resonates. That's why I do not live on those roads, although I travel them frequently.

[Bob Clay]

Having just retired I've been getting into nostalgia of late (still not sure if that is a good thing), so yes, I love that last sentence too.

[Stephen Buss]

Absolutely agree with Sandra but also really like the idea of oft forgotten roads and the creativity that lined them - can really connect with that idea and how its worth going off the map to find them.

[Sandra Davies]

Fifth sentence superb.