Our Barn In Summer

Author's note: I'm in my mid-eighties and I've just finished writing this collection of poems drawn from my boyhood years. They're not poems about my early life-they're poems from my early life.<p>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.<p>The place is a small farming and coal mining community in Western Pennsylvania. The time is my boyhood years 1929-1937 or thereabouts.<p>I'm sending these snapshots to my children and grandchildren. I'm also offering them to you hoping you'll enjoy them.<p>Robert Oliver<br>August 2008