That Old Barn

That old barn,
Ready to fall any day now,
Wooden walls giving away
To the season’s weather,
Paint is frayed around the windows. 

May special occasions
Hosted in that old barn.
When it was first built
The horses took shelter
In its comfortable stalls
After a hard days work
Lost track of how many 
Foals were given to us there. 

The celebratory talks
After a successful hay season
The sweat that went 
Into each hot day
Bales upon bales
The cold brinks
With exhausted neighbours.

As new barns were built
This old barn
Guarded the tractors
And other farming equipment
Saving them from
The elements of the seasons.

So many memories
With each weathered board
That falls to the ground

Smile when moments
When they pop into my mind
Life shared with that old barn.

August 30, 2021
© Andrew Scot - Just A Maritime Boy 2021