I love old barns, the wood all weathered <br />Always imagine a couple of horses there, tethered. <br />Big ones, small ones, no matter what size <br />In the country, you're sure to see one just over the rise <br /> <br />I love old barns, painted deep red <br />When inside you know the cows are well fed <br />And up in the cupola, painted white, <br />Out comes the pigeons, taking off in flight. <br /> <br />I love old barns, filled with hay <br />With a couple of red hens getting ready to lay <br />And with them struts the rooster all speckled black and white <br />They'll return to the hen house before it is night. <br /> <br />I love old barns, no lonager in need <br />Where many a horse and many a cow have taken their feed <br />But to the owner I really must pray <br />Please do not let it rot and tumble away. <br /> <br />I love old barns, way out of town <br />Where I can drive and dream, and always slow down <br />For to this day I'll always remember <br />When I left the farm it was late September<br /><br />Roy Kieling<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/old-barns/
