Uncle Fred’s Loft

Uncle Fred's Loft
It’s funny how no matter how old we get
we’ll go back in time remembering
a special place we can still go to in our mind…
A place we can form some self-reflection, or,
just close our eyes and take deep breaths.

Along with Grandma’s willow tree in the city,
Uncle Fred’s loft in the country was
and is just such a place.
A big old hay-filled barn with a giant loft for
jumping, laying, hiding treasures, and, well,
just taking those deep breaths.

I used to lay up in that loft and read the
rest of my life in the moon and the stars.
We kids would yell down from the window
teasing that nasty ole’ bull Uncle Fred had and then
giggle our butts off when Uncle came running to scold us.

And much to Uncle’s chagrin we’d throw down
piles and piles of hay for jumping and making chaos
out of barn order and wicked thunder out of country silence.

But most importantly the thing I remember then for real
and now in this used up mind…
You could always always depend on a soft landing
in Uncle Fred’s Loft,
Still can…

© 2014 DiAnne Ebejer


About DiAnne Ebejer

I am retired and live on the East coast of Florida where I spend much of my time reading, playing with photography and trying to write some "poetry and then some" at dianneebejer.wordpress.com. I care deeply about many things and wish there was much more love and compassion in this world today. I also have a part time blog "Thought You Might Like This" diannesthingsat.wordpress.com used for special projects and occasional things of interest
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6 Responses to Uncle Fred’s Loft

  1. poetatwork says:

    “you could always always depend on a soft landing in uncle fred’s loft (and still do) “…the feeling of security as a child which remains with you still… such a precious gift ❤


  2. What a lovely memory, DiAnne! I would have gotten in trouble for making a mess like that! He must be a sweet fellow, Uncle Fred!


  3. Uncle Tree says:

    A lovely nostalgic journey written with a fond memory
    makes this a quaint and cute little story blessed with ease.
    And yes, I’ve been a jumper, too. 😉 Fun times!


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