That Old Red Barn
The old red barn has fallen down,
Last vintage of my daddy's farm.
The cattle and the horses were
Sold off these many years ago.
At Mama's urging, Daddy quit
And moved into the nearest town.
Vandals burned the old house down,
Surviving barn stood on alone.
It battled wind and winter storms
Until one strong blast flattened it.
My daddy searched the scene next day
Looking for pieces of his life.
Now Daddy drives the country round,
Counting old red barns still standing.
Inspired by Rick's contest.
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