Old Mill Barn*

it

lived

a full

life

once

~

housed horses,

cows, sheep

place to hold

hay, feed,

and other

things of

need

~

became

abandoned

stood lonely

in open field,

face peeling,

beams

rotting

~

Rebirth

Came

One

Day

~

now it stands

renewed,

fresh faced

familiar red

glowing against

a sunset sky.

~

patchwork quilt

covers its side,

golden stars

below

soon to match

those above

~

veranda

surrounds

to sit

leisurely,

enjoy

the day

Or

watch

its

last

light

fade

away

~

Days now

filled with

watching

children

at

play

~

Barn

Embrasses

A Life

A Purpose

Once

Again

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*Note: As farms disappear, barns are either dismantled for the wood, like this particular one I took a photo of last year on the road to town

it longer exists, they are being renovated as homes or repurposed like Old Mill Barn (the name is real by the way). Keep reading there is a song at the end. πŸ˜‰ Small festivities are held at the Old Mill on Holidays. Within there is a small cafe/craft market, selling seasonal drinks, sweets, jams, honey, hand crafted goods all locally made. They have tables to play old school board games, checkers or chess. Once a week they offer craft night, for parent/s and children to do together. There is a small farmers market on weekends. This became a place for community to come together. Rural life in America still exists. 🌎 ✌🏻 ❀️