i often wonder
When driving around, wandering
Who lived in that house
That one that stands abandoned, alone in the woods
Was this a house built by a loving family
One board at a time, added onto as the
Family grew?
How many families, how many children jumped rope and played here
Had a swing in the tree out back?
Oh if only the walls remaining
Could tell the stories it held so dear
If only it could tell the secrets of
All the families that had once lived here
The barn that once held ship, pigs and cattle.
Once upon a time three may have been a house and buggy inside those walls
The big majestic barn
That was larger than the house
Had a hay loft where children played hide and seek
The same hayloft where a young girl got her first peck on the cheek
Now stands empty
With holes in the roof
Walls barely standing
Once so strong it could withstand anything Mother Nature would throw at it
And now so worn out and weathered by those same storms, looking like a gentle breeze could take it down any day
That barn over there, the one that used to be so strong
Now half fallen down, just waiting for a strong wind to come along
And let it rest, let it go...where old barns go
