The Old Barn

The old barn sat alone.

With only the open field for company,
its importance is now a memory.

Light grass and naked brush is
its only protection from nature.

Large patches of snow lay nearby.
No one comes by here any more.

Upon the hill far away cattle and horses graze.
The wind blows the big doors open and shut.

Walls, as thin as paper, barely support weathered roof.
Peering eyes can see right through.

The frail building fights the wind
determined to see another day.

- Ken Huculak