And It Stood Right Over There.

there once stood a man who in dungarees trained, all his horses to run with his denim shirt stained. There were fresh jars of liquor and bushels of wheat. There was a cowbell that clanged:" Time! Come and eat!" There once was a girl who rolled free in the hay. Then she saw a packed loft on her wedding day. There once soared a fire that brought cries of: " Help!" There was a whipping out back of a brazen young whelp. He once had a large family. They left him, one by one, as the red barn was peeling in the long summer sun. There once was a prize mare who had pictures and praise. There once stood a red barn. It was here in those days There still stand two stones, where this man and his wife became one with the land to which they gave their life.