Barns and things

Across the river, through the trees

There's a barn that sits in these

Rolling fields of golden grain

That sway in spite of wind and rain

Gentle scene that soothes my soul

Whispers warmth when life is cold

Faded red on timbers worn

It's the stories I adore

Farmers who have plowed the fields

Weathered hands to bring the yields

Sustaining life another year

Through the seasons, through the fear

Of heat and winter, cold and storm

Tending cattle, wheat and corn

Grandpas, fathers and their sons

Tending til each setting sun 

Sinks low behind that aging barn

The center of its simple farm

That shelters bags and bales and hay

And animals that moo and bray

An era quickly passing by

Holding richness deep inside

Its heritage and all that's dear

Precious memories, treasured years


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Jo Helsabeck(non-registered)
Makes me think of so many of my relatives, who were these kinds of farmers. They were such hard workers.
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