Our Barn in Summer

Each poem arose from a separate journey. I went back, became the boy I once was, then took a snapshot of something happening in that place and time.

The place is a small farming and coal mining community in Western Pennsylvania. The time is my boyhood years, 1929-1937 or thereabouts.

I'm sending these snapshots to my children and grandchildren. I'm also offering them to you, hoping you'll enjoy them.

Robert Oliver
August 2008