Old Barn
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Just down the road around the bend,
Stands an old empty barn nearing the end.
It has sheltered no animals for many years,
No dairy cows, no horses, no sheep, no steers.
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The neigh of a horse the low of a cow,
Those sounds have been absent for some time now.
There was a time when the loft was full of hay,
And the resounding echoes of children at play.
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At one time the paint was a bold shade of red,
Gradually faded by weather and the sun overhead.
The doors swing in the wind, the hinges are
loose,
Window’s and siding have taken much abuse.
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The fork, rope and pulleys lifted hay to the mow,
A task that always brought sweat to the brow.
But those good days are gone forever it seems,
And that old barn now stands with sagging beams.
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It is now home to pigeons, rats and mice,
The interior is tattered and doesn’t look very nice.
Old, abandoned barns have become a trend,
Just down the road and around the bend.
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Tim
Just Tim, I have no idea where this poem came from, how I got it on my poem website. It’s a beautiful poem so Tim out their that wrote this poem and can prove it contact me .
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