Left Behind

 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