The Lonely Barn On Greenpoint Road

A run-down barn nestled among low and gentle hills, it adds natural charm to a breathtaking landscape. On sunny mornings, it adorns itself with sunrays, making the screeching ravens flee to a shady spot. Its paint is peeling off due to an abandoned state, it once echoed with the constant moos of cattle. It can almost hear the tractors heading for the harvest, emitting fumes to disperse the wildflowers' strong aroma. Mockingbirds are too annoyed to welcome another crisp morning with their thrilling notes that can make the radiant air so festive. Cowboys riding on fast horses gave life to these fileds, once tallgrass prairies... even they have left these lands where buffalos, elks and coyotes freely roamed. Driving back home, dusk changes the color of fields, clouds, hills and sky... shadows invade the lonely barn on Greenpoint Road followed by many stars.