Wednesday, January 19, 2011

The Old Barn

There's an old barn
Sitting all silent and still
What a story it could tell
Out there in that big open field

Back when times were different
There were a lot of things going on
To look at the old barn today
No one would never have known

It was very fond of the cows
 That once all gathered in
When it came milking time
And the milk they were willing to lend

Oh those pesky chickens
They were always running around
Looking to build their nests
For then they were homeward bound

It could never forget the horses
That each evening had to be fed
Especially during the winter
Before they were put to bed

Oh how it loved the children
When they used to come and play
Up in that big old hayloft
Each and everyday

There the old rope is still hanging
They used to swing on that old thing
With all their child-like noise
What joy it did bring

The old barn surely did feel needed
In that other place and time
It seems so sad today
Just to walk away and leave it behind

In my mind I'll hold on to the picture
When I walk through that big, old door
Then It'll stay with me forever
And It'll never be forgotten anymore

Susie Swanson


  1. Susie,
    I love this poem. It reminds me of my granddaddy's old barn. My brother and cousins and I used to play in our grandfather's old barn. It was a lot of fun. I miss the old barn. It was torn down years ago. Great poem!

  2. This is part of my trip through the past. I visit alot. I love old barns and houses and anything old for that matter.

  3. I love old barns, too. There are many where I live now and I like taking pictures of them. They inspire a person to write poems such as yours.