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.
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