While driving along a country road
One day when I was all alone
I saw an old barn in the middle of a field
Looking rundown and so forlorn
The house, once an old homestead
Was gone now after many years
It looked as though it had burned down
Left behind a chimney and tears
So the barn was really by itself
And I could almost hear the sounds
Of what had taken place inside
On this old tired homestead ground
Like I said. it was dilapidated
One door hanging by a single nail
Oh I know this huge tired building
Had many interesting stories to tell
The smell was a musky dustiness
From fields fertile at one time
But that was probably long ago
When they were in their prime
It was then that I noticed
A mother cat with wild eyes
Her kittens cuddled close to her
It was a startling sweet surprise
For this barn was still providing
A place for life to dwell
I smiled then with happiness
My eyes began to swell
So even though it appears
That old barns are no longer of use
We never know what nestles
Beneath its tattered roof!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Marilyn, Your poem 'Beneath Its Tattered Roof' brought a lovely visual experience. Going to go back to these barn finds one day. QtR