That old, old barn is still hanging in there.

The one I’ve watched so long with care.

The bottom half is pretty well intact.

But the top, there’s not much left of that.


That old, old barn is still hanging in there.
The one I’ve watched so long with care.
The bottom half is pretty well intact.
But the top, there’s not much left of that.
What is standing is covered with ivy vines
yet it brings back old memories of mine.
Nearby is a rusty, ancient tractor
looking aged with long-time use and weather a factor.
on the side, cow lot, are weeds about shoulder high
Hiding other remnants of days gone by.
There are Black-eyed Susans among the wildflowers completing the scene.
Also the tops of old farm machines can be seen.
I can still see through broken windows things that are long lost —
in that portion once called the “loft.”
I hope that old barn stays around as long as I do
and to the owners for leaving it “as is” I thank you.
When it goes I will feel like I’ve lost an old friend.
And I’ll be rooting for it ’til the very end.
— By Louise “Tomi” Thomas