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. 😉 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. 🌎 ✌🏻 ❤️
