Twine Tied

I conjure memories that carry me back through time
 a farm-house now neglected

sitting in the bend of a dirt road
grey smoke curled from chimneys

twine tied bales filled the hay loft where
birds carried twigs of vine and trinkets for nests in the rafters

and salt blocks for cows sat near
fence posts capped with tin

I sigh and know it is a time and a place and a people
I cannot return to, except in spirit.

Written for The Sunday Whirl.  The words are twine, conjure, nest, carry, spirits, bend, through, curl, trinkets, neglect, caps, back, sigh.

About Sabra Bowers

Poet / Blogger / Writer
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39 Responses to Twine Tied

  1. I zoned out for a minute imagining myself surrounded by farmland. I closed my eyes, and used all my senses to put myself in those shoes – in spirit. Thanks for sharing! I miss seeing the rural parts of my state (Connecticut). Continue writing!

  2. Laurie Kolp says:

    What a lovely picture your words paint in my mind!

  3. julespaige says:

    Sentimental. And true. I went a tad dark with my tanka 🙂
    But then inspiration comes from all corners.
    Safe travels.

  4. A wonderful memory to conjure up. Sad to think of a place like this now neglected.

  5. Lovely visit, so like my Aunt’s farm…no we can not go home again. But perhaps those memories are some of who we are?

  6. magicalmysticalteacher says:

    The great thing about returning to such a scene in spirit, however, is that you can do it as often as you wish! 😉

    Catching Sunrise, Carrying Light

  7. Thank you Sabra for taking me back in time to South Georgia.

  8. Time stands still in memory. You paint a beautiful picture of a well loved place, Sabra. I agree with Dawn. Thank you for taking us there.

  9. Jae Rose says:

    I love the twine of words..tight and urgent like a dream that needs to be captured..but at least we can still visit these places..

  10. oldegg says:

    All of us must have images in our minds when the past nudges us for attention and the sad memory of joyous youth recall times that never leave us.

  11. This sounds like a bittersweet memory. Perhaps a place like that is better remembered than lived in the present because they require a lot of work.

  12. kaykuala says:

    Sometimes we reflect of days gone by and yearned for them! It happens at times of emotional tendencies most times! Nicely Sabra!


  13. humbird says:

    Great memory! Sounds…sounds…and smells…~ We draw the strength from memories when feel blue in the present.

  14. Imelda says:

    That is exactly how I feel about my hometown – it is no longer the place I grew up in. How much have changed through the years. Yes, all our beloved places are only pictures in our mind now.

  15. Sabra Bowers says:

    Thanks for visiting and leaving me a comment, Imelda. Our world is changing much too fast and I’m afraid not for the better in many ways.

  16. claudia says:

    fence posts capped with tin…. somehow that touched me most… and made my mind wander of a bit to my own fence posts capped with tin… a wonderful painted picture sabra

  17. Lovely imagery. Nicely done.

  18. Pamela says:

    Sabra, I have never lived on a farm, but your images took me there. Lovely poem. Sorry, for the late visit, life is tough right now.


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