When I saw this great old barn
Wondering as I sat in awe
Of many stories she could tell
Cluttered about her, old relics I saw.
Great stories this old barn could tell
I only know they must be true
She still stands strong and badly weathered
I'm filled with curiosity with her view.
She's seen a lot of births and deaths
Of many animals over the years
She has seen new life grow old
Years of hard work, sweat and tears.
If only she could talk to me
Telling of the great harvesting event
Hay hauling time and feeding time
Of all the good times spent.
Like hay rides in June
After grad-u-a-tion time
Hay fights and picnics
Back in the day of our prime.
Bessie MelVina Carathers
June 2, 2004
Up to the hayloft we would climb
Jumping to loose hay and bales below
Getting loose hay all in our clothes
But that was many years ago.
Nest of wild kittens have been found
In this old barn in years gone by
This old barn says that is true
True by Golly, I know this to be.
Once I had a wild baby kitten
Born in the barn on our old home place
A black kitten it was, back in the 40's
So tiny at birth, I named her Grace.
To write the history of this old barn
Of things that happened so long ago
Would make a book for kids to read
Learning knowledge, their minds will grow.