My Paintings

The Old Red Barn

Just down the road around the bend,
Stands an old empty barn nearing the end.
That has sheltered no animals for many years,
No dairy cows, no horses, no sheep, no steers.


The neigh of a horse the moo 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.


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.


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,
That old barn now stands with sagging beams.


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.
Author Vance Oliphant

Vance Oliphant, Cedar Rapids, IA: “I am 75 years old and find it heartbreaking to see what were once vibrant, well-kept barns, slowly falling into ruin. I have tried to put my feelings into verse.”

A Hay Mow

In the old days, barns were built long, wide and relatively low. Hay mows were kept low since the hay had to be pitched into them by a man on a wagon. The older of the two barns on the farm where I grew up was built around 1840, and was supported by two hay mows, one on either side of a center driveway. Each mow was built of logs in a large square, very much like a log cabin, except the spaces between the logs weren’t chinked. On the side toward the center of the barn floor, logs were cut out to provide opening, which allowed hay to be thrown into (or out of) the mow. These three openings were one above the other and each was about three feet high and six feet long. The lowest was probably about four feet above the barn floor, while the highest was no more than 14. These mows were filled by a man pitching the hay into one of the openings and one or two others moving it back – hot, hard work. Read More~


7 thoughts on “The Old Red Barn

  1. If I could fade into the photo, that would be a journey for me. I could choose the place and time in history. Your share is a real stir for the imagination. Beautiful!

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