Grandpas Barn

Verse Like a battle worn shoulder, its faithfully stood A modest creation, built mostly of wood But time and neglect, they've taken their toll And now grandpa's barn, stands forgotten and old. The roof has turned brown, from the rust on the tin Any day now the whole thing, could come tumbling in The hinges have rusted, on the big oaken doors And johnson grass grows through, the cracks in the boards. Verse In the mainger hangs single trees, harness and such Where he left them there covered, with cobwebs and dust There's his old slick fork saddle, he was once a cowboy It's a shame what the years and the mice will destroy. There's a chill in the loft now, its silent and stale Where grand children play, in sweet clover bails Where raindrops were lullabies, on dark stormy days For little girls and kittens, asleep in the hay. I remember the sound, of an old man's laughter But now all I hear, is the wind in the rafters And it speaks of a sadness, that times passing brings And makes faded old memories and tobacco juice stains. Verse But old barns they vanish, like castles of sand Their glory fades quickly, like youth from a man For a season they'll bloom, shinning fruits of his toll Then in times deadly grip, they crumble back into soil. Abandoned it stands, like ancient grey ghost Surrounded by weeds and rotten fence posts Its a bitter sweet relic, of an old man and his farm I close the gate for the last time, as I leave grandpa's barn.