Demolition
We’re taking down an old and rotting barn;
perhaps “garage” might be a better term.
Blue metal siding, faded long ago,
has not come easy; this I can confirm.
The timbers, cut when measurements were real,
provide a clue to estimates of age.
The wood is likely oak, extremely rough;
the cost in today’s terms is hard to gauge.
Another building will replace this one;
I’m not sure it will stand the test of time,
but this one’s days are definitely done.
I would replace it too, if it were mine.
The metal roof came off, all rusted out;
The joists and rafters, all that now remain.
I’ll hit it hard tomorrow with no doubt
the effort will be worth the aches and pains.
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