I stopped by the old red barn today...
I guess I was there about an hour.
What will they do with it after I'm gone?
It's been in the family for five generations...
Great Grampa's initials are carved in the door.
Once, Pappy fell from the loft and broke his arm.
It's where I watched Dad's mare
Give birth to my first pony.
And, it's where we told Mom and Dad
We'd decided to get married.
Such a stable part of my family's history,
Now, leans abstract against the autumn sky...
I think I'll go back tomorrow...
And take a few shots for the family album.