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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required . It mars the sage, erect and proud Beneath a hood of purple clouds... A weathered barn shares windswept grounds Where shadows deep wear somber sounds These old remains of dust and brown From long ago, now stand alone ### Strong arms would hoist, and fit long beams, ####### Of rough sawn timbers, and window panes ####### A living thing, of weathered wood #### It leans with age in prairie wind / / Now softly gray in prairie clay / / / / A monument of nail and boards Once sheltered pride, the sheep, the hordes / / While they would plow and turn the fields To scatter seeds ^ in parchment plains / N-l-S l To pray for ////////////////////////////// rain, testing faith To quench ///////////////////////////// the grain, they fell to knees A harvest //////////////////////////// __ yielded wheat and corn In clover too lxxl a lamb was born A precious """"""crop kept safe and dry But soon _________ the seasons passed it by A place l X l X l for those who worked the soil The soul, l X l X l the barn, the shrine of toil The heart_________l..X.l..X..l________ this pride of home and farm Where now only wind whistles through the eaves, And bats and mice find a place to live Abandoned and forsaken, a new age awakened While gaunt hills stand silently by Day after day under the prairie sky This monument remains today, a testament of faith in God No one ever passes by, it sits beneath the praire sky And though it slowly fades away, the faith will never die _______________________________________________________________________
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