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Red Barns In Winter

Updated on January 18, 2014

Red Barns In Winter


Winter’s colors are removed,

And lacking the slightest array

Greens are swapped for brown and rust.

The sky is often grey.


So often winter needs a lift,

Lest our winter should seem duller.

Give your shed a coat of red instead,

We'll relish this vibrant color.


When the world seems saturated,

With shades of black and white,

When spirits need lighter hues,

A red barn is a serendipitous delight.



~Micky Dee~




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    • BobbiRant profile image

      BobbiRant 4 years ago from New York

      I love this hub It is filled with stuff I adore, poetry and wonderful pictures of barns. Great hub!

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      Jamie Lee Hamann 4 years ago from Reno NV

      Yes, it is time to paint the pasture red, I mean our barn. Thank you for this well written verse. Jamie

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      Narcia George 4 years ago

      Very nice. Your words continue to put me in awe.

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      Dim Flaxenwick 4 years ago from Great Britain

      Beautiful poetry again, Micky. l have often felt that Winter is too grey, so l tend to have a bright red winter coat, or Bright blue. Everyone seems to be in black or grey.

      Love the red barn. Love you .

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      jandee 4 years ago from Liverpool.U.K

      Micky, Lovely picture and words,enjoy the biking...

      I have just taken a picture in the park,a barn ha!

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      Micky Dee 4 years ago

      Hi pretty Bird! I took the picture yesterday, 01-18-14, on a local solo bike ride. The other picture, below it, was taken on 01-16-14.

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      Hummingbird5356 4 years ago

      I like this poem. Did you see this barn on one of your bike rides, Micky?