Tuesday, July 21, 2015

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 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


  1. 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

    1. I agree and we can't bring it back but our memories go with us always.. Thank you dear Susan.

  2. There'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.

    I 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

    1. Oh yes they are all so special in their own way and I Thank you so much.. I feel the same about you..

  3. Those old barns could tell a lot of stories if they could talk. Nicely done, Susie.

  4. Old 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!

    And 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. :(

    1. Thanks Charlotte for the memories as well. You take care.

  5. Susie, 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

    1. I think the same thing.. Thanks Susie. Blessings to you.

  6. Beautiful! Nothing like an old barn!