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Welcome To The Bullpen
The Old Red Barn
By Daniel R Miller
When I was young and just a boy
I used to watch when riding by
The Old Red Barns in farmers fields.
No words they spoke but much they said
the open doors and offered bed
the hay stacked high up in the loft
to feed the herd from boarded trough.
If they could talk what would we hear
of times gone by and plans held dear?
Perhaps a place where two lives met
then went their way, pushed aside by discontent.
The post a beam a stalwart frame
too hold the roof in pouring rain.
Neglected now for many years
Too late to save this Old Red Barn.
Vanished from the landscape scene
The Old Red Barn
and shattered dreams.
When I was young and just a boy
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REVIEW 1
WOW - what a beautiful piece.
Is there anyone waiting, now, possibly, by The Old Red Barn?
Review 2
Very poignant, and a touch sad. Are you a professional poet???
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