Old Barns, Windmills & Country Air Poem by Marilyn Lott

Don’t you wish beautiful old barns
Would last till the end of time?
But weather worn and tattered
They do live past their prime

They do the best they can, of course
Sheltered animals over many years
But when the time is over
Their destruction brings us tears

It’s the same with country windmills
They stand tall for many years
But unless they are taken care of
They won’t last long we always fear

Old Bridges also dot the land
I noticed one in particularly
Puddled from a summer rain
But standing so gracefully

For that is the way of the country
Air so fresh and earthy and fair
There is no place that compares with
Old barns, windmills & country air!