"The Old Barn"

The old barn, what a tale it could tell, the storms it's weathered, to protect what it held.

With board and nail it grew towards the sky, a proud new monument that looked down from high.
Labor and time... sweat, blood and tears, it served it's purpose proudly throughout the years.
Like an old friend, it was trusted and true, and was always there for your stuff and you.
But now you moved on, and your barn remains, the elements and gravity have swept in to claim.
It's boards and nails, are now warped and rusty, the contents inside are old and dusty, and the
moss- covered foundation is wet and musty.
It leans to the left now and shutters from the wind, will it stand another Winter, or collapse from within.
I hope it will make it, but know it might fall, eventually in Nature the end comes for all.
The old barn, what a tale it could tell, the storms it's weathered, to protect what it held. -CHE