No. 16

Seeing it through…barn door

Bill’s barn door.

That dear man had mad mad organizing skills.
I have never ever seen anything
as satisfying
as the order which he brought
to his vast collection
of tools.

It was sublime.

There was another room
the opposite wing
on this beautiful barn
which at one time
had every square inch
covered in minutely crafted rows
upon rows
of multiple variations
of hand tools
hanging together
like a symphony
written on dusty brown wooden walls
one note at a time.

There are some
left in his wake.

Who carry on the tune.