Even since I can remember there has been a blue ladder propped up against the barn

My father who is a farmer tells me that he leaves it there so that the angels

After hard days spent in the fields can return to Heaven without too much stress

I had no reason to disbelieve him as only beautiful maidens work in our fields

 

I wrote this when I was eight years old

 

It seems so naive to my adult eyes as I have travelled widely and experienced much

 

My father has since retired and I now own the farm yet the blue ladder remains in place

 

As I have never found a reason or have the inclination to consider its removal