Ode to an Old Barn

Old barn standing on the hill
What stories you could tell
You used to be young and brand new
All fresh paint and gleaming boards

You served the farmer well
Weathered the storms and hail
Sheltered the horses and cows
Let the children play in your hay

Now, you stand abandoned and forgotten
No more sounds of lowing cattle
The wind howls through your rafters
The barn owl takes flight

Your boards are rotted and weak
Your paint has faded and is bleak
Yet you still stand to remind us
of days gone by

When you were needed and new
and everyone was proud of you