Traveling across the country
You sure see an array of barns
All stages of disrepair
But still with many charms
To me, the very old barns
With years of history
Are much more exciting
With their many mysteries
Oh, the stories they could tell
Of things that they have seen
I’ll bet that they remember
As they turn a mossy green
But the beauty is there too
If you stop and really look
You will see that rustic charm
Through pictures that you took
So let us praise and cherish
Old barns across the country
Stop and snap a picture or two
For everyone to see!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Old barns are collapsing into ruin. Their dying stories disappear with the small farms they adorned.....You have touched their nostalgia. I'd like to use the poem in a local TV project I'm producing called: Barnyard Bone Yard, , , a series of old barn pics near Salem, OR.