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The Old Red Barn

• The old red barn sits down by the river,
• The tin roof glistens just like silver.
• For many years it has been standing tall,
• An old ad about Burma Shave is still seen on the wall.
• I remember the fields where we brought in hay,
• We had to harvest it without delay.
• The old red barn would guard the yield,
• Just like the knight got protection from his shield.
• The harvest of the corn was next on the list,
• We shucked the corn and made it ready for the grist.
• The old red barn received the corn meal right away,
• Just like a girl receiving her first bouquet.
• The old red barn is still in its place,
• There is no corn, nor hay, not even a trace.
• The people are gone that once made it thrive,
• In your minds-eye they were like bees in a hive.
• The old red barn has closed its door,
• No one comes to visit any more.
• I look back as I walk away,
• The old red barn seemed to be weeping that day.