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The Old Red Barn

The old red barn once stood proud
Against the storm, paying
Its own way with the Mail Pouch
Sign, brimming with hay
It staved winter's starving chill
A vanguard of stubborn will.
But now the storms have racked
The bones and flailed the bloody flesh
Torn away the shingles and
Raked across the giant yellow letters,
Letting in the cold and bitter air
Left the rubble for the vacant stare.

Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2021

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Caren Krutsinger Date: 4/12/2021 6:47:00 AM I like how you have personified this barn! "But now the storms have racked The bones and flailed the bloody flesh Torn away the shingles and Raked across the giant yellow letters," Login to Reply L Milton Hankins Date: 4/12/2021 7:27:00 AM Thanks, Caren. We have these barns all over WV and KY. Some are eyesores, but many are kept up and bear mail pouch signs.

Jan Allison Date: 4/9/2021 12:49:00 PM wow you are such an accomplished poet Milton and this poem is proof of your talent, i have only been writing since 2013,:-) hugs Jan xx Login to Reply L Milton Hankins Date: 4/9/2021 2:14:00 PM Oh my goodness, Jan. Length of time writing doesn't make you any better, it just means you been learning for a long, long time. I've been writing since I was a kid. Thanks for your sweet, kind, and thoughtful remarks.