Lynn Glover Poet Rhyme

The Old Red Barn

The Old Red Barn

The old red barn sits down by the river,
The tin roof glistens just like silver.
For many years it has been standing tall,
An old ad about Burma Shave is still seen on the wall.

I remember the fields where we brought in hay,
We had to harvest it without delay.
The old red barn would guard the yield,
Just like the knight got protection from his shield.

The harvest of the corn was next on the list,
We shucked the corn and made it ready for the grist.
The old red barn received the corn meal right away,
Just like a girl receiving her first bouquet.

The old red barn is still in its place,
There is no corn, nor hay, not even a trace.
The people are gone that once made it thrive,
In your minds-eye they were like bees in a hive.

The old red barn has closed its door,
No one comes to visit any more.
I look back as I walk away,
The old red barn seemed to be weeping that day.

©2008 Lynn B Glover

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Anne Rutherford October 14, 2013 at 4:58 PM Lynn, beautiful poem ,brings back old memories. Anne . soup mail Lynn Glover October 14, 2013 at 7:41 PM Anne, thank you so much for your encouraging comment. Those days are gone, except in our memories and in these poems. Thanks for stopping by and very happy it gave you some memories of our past. Your friend Lynn.

Andrea Dietrich April 28, 2013 at 9:04 PM this is a lovely tribute to the days of yore. My grandpa had such a barn and same color!! Lynn Glover April 28, 2013 at 10:20 PM This was a special time around the farm, with many good memories. Thanks for looking in, your friend Lynn

Poet Destroyer A April 28, 2013 at 6:38 PM Hello Lynn, believe it or not i know this barn. It is a different barn I know of course. And I stop by every now and then, and listen to the river flowing by it. But, some how i feel an empty shadow over it. I can feel the life it use to have one time. Just like your poem above, i feel the old red barn weeping, and missing it's own. I really love how this poem generated my heart... always~ Linda Lynn Glover April 28, 2013 at 10:18 PM I'm certainly glad it brought back some memories, and I'm sure they were good. I remember as if it were yesterday. Thanks for stopping by Your Friend Lynn

Juli- Michelle April 23, 2013 at 8:38 PM This is a very good, heartfelt poem. I sense some nostalgia, but I really love the imagery. Thank you so much for sharing Lynn Glover April 28, 2013 at 10:53 AM Juli-Michelle, I'm so sorry I have not answered these lovely comments, but I have been side tracked with pneumonia. I'm writing again I want to thank you so much for your lovely comments about this poem. Your friend, Lynn.

Ndaba Sibanda April 19, 2013 at 2:29 PM Good construction here, e.g: The old red barn would guard the yield, Just like the knight got protection from his shield. Enjoyed the story of The Old Red Barn. Lynn Glover April 19, 2013 at 2:30 PM Thanks heaps ndaba, I'm certainly pleased that you enjoyed it. YOur Friend Lynn