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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required She lay there quiet, alone and still Surrounded by the trees Resting silent upon the hill As daylight slowly flees The frame was torn and weathered down The boards were soft from time All was empty without a sound She stood long past her prime A distant past unknown to me I’m sure she once stood proud If she could talk your eyes might see A braggart talking loud Resting near the western border On our farm I would roam Through the woods and gate in order To find the barn alone The Old Back Barn my Dad had said Was full of stories lost But aging now she looked instead Like she had paid the cost Now an empty shell still stands So barren and alone But once she met our harsh demands Her value was unknown The talks I had there with my Dad Surrounded by the trees Now bring a smile and makes me glad For love he showed for me My friends would come to visit me And in that empty place We’d laugh and knew that it would be A time that we’d embrace A blast of cold would freeze the pond That sat right by her side But we would always just respond By jumping on to slide And in the fall we’d shoot our guns The targets on the door Talking about the days of fun We could not wait for more Those days now ring of measured time Back then we never thought That one day we would pass our prime Such memories can’t be bought We’d talk of how our life would be We’d really spin a yarn Remembrance flooding back to me I loved that old Back Barn.
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