Old Worn Barns Poem by Marilyn Lott

Doors are falling off the hinges
Boards are dropping to the ground
Emptiness from lack of usefulness
Is a desolate old worn barn sound

Wind blows through the tired rafters
There’s a musty old barn smell
There’s a sadness that fills the corners
Where many animal sounds once fell

Rain that once pounded on rooftops
Now beats down with uncertainty
Seeping into the cracks and crevices
Branches scratching from nearby trees

Tall grass encases the outside walls now
Dry and brittle with no real need
Where once each blade of grass
Was bundled up in which to feed

Yes, it’s sad to see the stillness
Each has its own countless yarns
Many years of life once entered
These sad and lonely old worn barns!