Old Barns And Pictures.. Poem by Connetta Jean

you just gotta love
a little old barn
touched by time
with it's own charm..
the weatherd wood
shines bright in the sun..
Proud and still standing..
(it's time isn't done) .........
Think of the tales
that could be told
if barns could talk
of memories they hold..
each one is different
no two are the same..
to see them fading
away, is a shame.
so if you happen upon
a old one please take
a picture and treasure
the portrits they make..
for someday they will
be old memories...
this one was saying
" take my picture, please" !