The Schoolhouse
At the back corner
the bright yellow siding ends,
and the back side of the house
is naked and raw, mostly
out of sight, hidden
in shadows,
the clapboards grey. weathered
and strong,
no less a part of the old schoolhouse
that the perfect walls
everyone sees.
About this poem.
The picture was taken at Bedlam Farm Saturday. it is the backside of Maria Wulf’s studio, which used to be an old schoolhouse. What we all saw was the bright yellow, freshly painted three sides, but the dark side had a story to tell and a beauty all it’s own, just as it does in our own lives.
Tom
Tom
Quarry House 
I love the solid rock foundation in this photograph … built on “the Rock” … another wonderful poem and insight that helps put life so far in beautiful perspective. Thank you.
Thank you Toney. I played with that very theme when I began with this poem. The idea of “the rock”. But poems too often seem to have a life of their own and this is where I ended up!