Old Barn

Morton Templeton
The old barn stood against the elements as a testament of glory days gone by
it sat like a sentinel over looking the old farmstead
the paint, chipped and weathered away, exposed the bare bones of the wood
a missing hayloft door gave the old barn a Cyclops appearance,
like a monster from a Greek myth it seem to breathe fire,
as the setting sun light blazed across the front doors.

Inside the last of the sun light streaming through, missing boards, cracks and crevices,
created a patchwork quilt of light and shadow throughout the hollow barn.
Particles of dust floated on the beams of light, producing a haze.
The pungent air was filled with odors of old manure, alfalfa and hay.
Old chains jangled in the wind, giving voice to a busy past filled with chores.
A pitchfork with a splintered handle and rusty tines lay unused on the floor.

In the rafters deserted bird nests hung in disarray like clumps of hay flung skyward.
The holes in the roof allowed the elements to filter down to warped floorboards.
Slanted floors made for a distorted appearance of the walls as they loomed upward
sealing off the technology of the outside world.
Worn halters and battered pails, remnants of duties performed, remained in
empty stalls, a hint of animal existence.
As the final rays of sun set, the old barn was once again thrust into the darkness,
Alone it would stand for passersby's to marvel and to wonder of a time gone by.

Published by Morton Templeton

I am a mother of three boys and grand mother to 3 boys and 1 granddaughter. I love spending time with the grandchildren and for that matter all children. Through the eyes of babes the truth is spoken. Trying...   View profile

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  • Deb Martin-Webster 5/24/2010

    Your descriptive writing is almost tangible!!! I could feel the dust and sunlight on my face! I live in the country and have an old barn much like the one you described and you are spot on! Excellent work!

  • Orchiolum 8/17/2008

    When I see old barns they impart remembrance and a bit of sadness for times which have passed. Your poem captures the experience and reality very well. Nicely done. On a side note, you have a very interesting penname as well.

  • Nikki 7/31/2008

    I enjoyed reading this!

  • Richard Davis 7/17/2008

    I wonder how many kids today can say they have spent the night sleeping in a barn, when there was no bed in the house? I wonder how many even know what a barn is, beyond a drawing in a story book? Very nice.

  • Matthew Christopher 7/16/2008

    Tagged you back. You're it.

  • SAIKAT KUMAR DUTTA 7/15/2008

    I always love your works.

  • Christine Bruness 7/14/2008

    Wow, this is your niche, dear!

  • Charlie K 7/11/2008

    This is just plain stunning!

  • Restaurant Chef 7/10/2008

    Fantastic writting. Enjoyed~!

  • Deborah Faulk 7/10/2008

    Where do you write like this? In your book one day? GREAT WORK

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