Ram Shackled To Ruin
To my left it stands weathered by seasons of time
Memories so many, absorbed in it's walls
Even a fire could not deny us of it's history
Ones thinks of the efforts to save this once fine structure
Now ram shackled to ruin, it brings tears to ones eyes
Built just before the Civil War, it hid many a lost soul
Many a storm caressed her wooden frame
Whilst sheltering beasts remained safe from nature's anger
Summertime's were so joyous with barn dances
Even weddings were celebrated within these walls
Sadly economics became it's downfall
My great grandfathers red barn, a shadow of it's former
As you travel through the mid west
There are many eyes like mine, viewing and sharing similar memories
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