Imagine if this old barb could speak and tell us all it knows of heat, and snow and great winds that did blow. The creatures that boarded here, they lived, they ate, they slept, the mares that birthed their foals, the lambs that played. The folks that bedded in the straw as they passing by this way thankful for the gift of rest, wool blankets on the straw they lay. The lovers that crept inside the shadows to share a stolen kiss, a small indiscretion, what could be the harm. History in the making, generations come and gone while farmers work from dawn to dark, the days are long this old barn has seen it all through decades of seasons fare. It's secrets are safe inside, no one asks and no one cares. The roof sags, the doors hang, windows are all gone, if someone doesn't love it soon this old barn will be gone.
SWINDELL wrote:
Imagine if this old barb could speak and tell us all it knows of heat, and snow and great winds that did blow. The creatures that boarded here, they lived, they ate, they slept, the mares that birthed their foals, the lambs that played. The folks that bedded in the straw as they passing by this way thankful for the gift of rest, wool blankets on the straw they lay. The lovers that crept inside the shadows to share a stolen kiss, a small indiscretion, what could be the harm. History in the making, generations come and gone while farmers work from dawn to dark, the days are long this old barn has seen it all through decades of seasons fare. It's secrets are safe inside, no one asks and no one cares. The roof sags, the doors hang, windows are all gone, if someone doesn't love it soon this old barn will be gone.
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Is it close to where you live? In hiding tells us nothing.
SWINDELL wrote:
Imagine if this old barb could speak and tell us all it knows of heat, and snow and great winds that did blow. The creatures that boarded here, they lived, they ate, they slept, the mares that birthed their foals, the lambs that played. The folks that bedded in the straw as they passing by this way thankful for the gift of rest, wool blankets on the straw they lay. The lovers that crept inside the shadows to share a stolen kiss, a small indiscretion, what could be the harm. History in the making, generations come and gone while farmers work from dawn to dark, the days are long this old barn has seen it all through decades of seasons fare. It's secrets are safe inside, no one asks and no one cares. The roof sags, the doors hang, windows are all gone, if someone doesn't love it soon this old barn will be gone.
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Do you have a decent pic of it?
DickC
Loc: NE Washington state
Looks like it's beyond repair!
About 50 miles from my home.
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