this old barn

It's doors are unhinged,

The foundation is crumbling.

It's floors are straw,

And the roof needs mending.

 

It just keeps on standing,

patched with pieces of tin.

It has many more years,

It just won't give in.

 

But this old barn,

still stands silent and tall.

It's character will last,

Till the last board falls!

by Patty Pickett

Done