The Old Barn

by Charles Henry Eldridge

The old barn
what a tale it could tell,
the storms it’s weathered
to protect what it held.

With board and nail
it grew towards the sky,
a proud new monument
that looked down from high.

Labor and time
sweat, blood and tears,
it served it’s purpose proudly
throughout the years.

Like an old friend
it was trusted and true,
and was always there
for your stuff and you.

But now you’ve moved on
and your barn remains,
the elements and gravity
have swept in to claim.

It’s boards and nails
are now warped and rusty,
the contents inside
are old and dusty,
and the moss-covered foundation
is wet and musty.

It leans to the left now
and shutters from the wind,
will it stand another Winter,
or collapse from within.

I hope it will make it
but know it might fall,
eventually in Nature
the end comes for all.

The old barn
what a tale it could tell,
the storms it’s weathered,
to protect what it held.
-CHE

“Keene Barn, Early Spring”
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