When the Barn Door Closes

within this barn one has seen the hours long spent days on end without excuse but always with much content before the rising of the sun to end of the horizon cattle here, cattle there and aloft is a American bison. resting breaks are when you can, no such times moos of the cows one by one, smother the dusty chimes daily chores are scheduled and delayed by strolling cows but never a scowl or lowering of the eyebrows no able time to visit the park and feed the birds short trip to the table for chow and dish out a few words life was there under those lofted bales of hay no luck for time out to picnic on any day but seasons change and life becomes a darn the fields will wilt when a farmer leaves the barn.