Today my grandfather's barn is a wreck,
Like it was forty years ago.
It looks the same, now as then;
Time and weather, the barn doesn't show.
To aunts, uncles and cousins, it was a place of learning.
The barn of my Grandfather's was the point in my life,
that was turning
Cows gave birth to calves,
And horses ate their fill.
I now remember things I did then;
And remember I do well.
It was a place of hide and seek;
A place of labor and toil.
A place where I became a man,
And left my being a boy.
I remember the fun and fights I had,
With my mean little cousins.
The fun I had outdid the bad,
By at least one to a dozen.
A picture I took of this barn,
While on a homecoming jaunt.
Aunts, uncles, and cousins saw it,
And enlargements they did want.
I thought this barn a place to bring back memories of MINE.
But with the requests for reprints,
in the memories of relatives;
This barn must also shine.
