Old Worn Barns

Doors are falling off the hinges Boards are dropping to the ground Emptiness from lack of usefulness Is a desolate old worn barn sound Wind blows through the tired rafters There’s a musty old barn smell There’s a sadness that fills the corners Where many animal sounds once fell Rain that once pounded on rooftops Now beats down with uncertainty Seeping into the cracks and crevices Branches scratching from nearby trees Tall grass encases the outside walls now Dry and brittle with no real need Where once each blade of grass Was bundled up in which to feed Yes, it’s sad to see the stillness Each has its own countless yarns Many years of life once entered These sad and lonely old worn barns!