Beneath Its Tattered Roof

While driving along a country road One day when I was all alone I saw an old barn in the middle of a field Looking rundown and so forlorn The house, once an old homestead Was gone now after many years It looked as though it had burned down Left behind a chimney and tears So the barn was really by itself And I could almost hear the sounds Of what had taken place inside On this old tired homestead ground Like I said. it was dilapidated One door hanging by a single nail Oh I know this huge tired building Had many interesting stories to tell The smell was a musky dustiness From fields fertile at one time But that was probably long ago When they were in their prime It was then that I noticed A mother cat with wild eyes Her kittens cuddled close to her It was a startling sweet surprise For this barn was still providing A place for life to dwell I smiled then with happiness My eyes began to swell So even though it appears That old barns are no longer of use We never know what nestles Beneath its tattered roof!