Past your prime,
Weary and bedraggled,
Barn, you once were the talk
Of the countryside.
You were the jewel of the farm,
The envy of neighbors.
Bright and new, efficient,
Well-designed and nicely appointed
Convenient, warm and loved
You once housed cows and horses
Chickens roosted in your rafters.
Piglets were born
Behind you in the pigpen.
Your loft held sweet summer’s hay
And a place to play on rainy winter days for
A farmer’s children
Later for his grandchildren.
Your big double doors opened wide
To warm summer days,
Held out sleet, snow, and icy wind on
Frosty December and January nights
Old barn, now you sit resting from your work,
Aged with the work,
The weather, and the years.
Your farmers are gone on
To their rest