OLD BARN

A huge old barn sitting alone
overgrown fields all around
its foundation made of local stone
with hand-hewed framework that's still sound.

The once red roof now rusty brown
with faded "See Rock City " white.
One rolling door has fallen down
the other is leaning toward the right.

All the siding's bare and gray
save peeling red beneath the eaves
betraying a well kept yesterday
now dilapidation, no one grieves.

My mind sees how it used to be
with loft full of fresh cut hay
verdant pastures far as I could see
with cows or horses in each bay.

But those days are far in the past;
the roof now leaks to loft and stalls.
Who knows how long landmark will last
until one day it leans and falls ?