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 alot 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 used to all gather 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 never be forgotten anymore
© Susie Swanson, 2015
This is one I wrote and published in my first book, "Rhymes Of My life" back in 2010.. I know alot of you have read this but it came to mind when I posted the video up at the very top on the right.. You will see it just above my Book info.. If ya'll would like to watch it just click on it and it should pop up... It's called, "Old Barns and Old People" It brings tears to my eyes every time I watch it.. I hope you enjoy .. God Bless, ~Susie
Thank you Susie for another wonderful poem...Times have changed but our memories of simpler times will remain in our hearts always. May God Bless you and yours. Your friend, Susan R. xoxo
ReplyDeleteI agree and we can't bring it back but our memories go with us always.. Thank you dear Susan.
DeleteThere's just something about an old barn, isn't there, Susie. They're old, filled with work tools, cows, farm animals, and chickens. What a great poem this is. It sounds like you had a special barn to play in while you were growing up with special memories.
ReplyDeleteI hope you noticed I put you on my list of friends on my last post, as you are very dear to me as well.
love, ~Sheri
Oh yes they are all so special in their own way and I Thank you so much.. I feel the same about you..
DeleteThose old barns could tell a lot of stories if they could talk. Nicely done, Susie.
ReplyDeleteThey sure could.. Thank you Daisy.
DeleteOld barns, wonderful memories ~ two old barns I played in are gone now but some of my happiest days were spent playing in them. And not all memories are good ones ~ our old barn once held a cow who had rabies and it was a very frightening time. Thank you for stirring up memories!
ReplyDeleteAnd in reply to your comment yesterday, I'm staying inside as much as is possible. Much work has been going on around the farm: raking hay, new baby chickens, freezing garden produce; very little time left to sew for Isabelle. :(
Thanks Charlotte for the memories as well. You take care.
DeleteSusie, I like this poem...I see old barns falling down and I think to myself...why?? Why didn't the owner take care of it. They'll never build one as cheap as it would have been to care for the old...if they had taken care to fix the little things. Blessings, xoxo,Susie
ReplyDeleteI think the same thing.. Thanks Susie. Blessings to you.
DeleteBeautiful! Nothing like an old barn!
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