Grandpas Barn

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Like a battle worn shoulder, its 
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faithfully stood
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A modest creation, built mostly of 
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wood
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But time and neglect, they've 
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taken their toll
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And now grandpa's barn, stands 
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forgotten and old.
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The roof has turned brown, from 
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the rust on the tin
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Any day now the whole thing, could
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 come tumbling in
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The hinges have rusted, on the 
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big oaken doors
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And johnson grass grows through, 
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the cracks in the boards.

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In the mainger hangs single trees,
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 harness and such
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Where he left them there covered, 
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with cobwebs and dust
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There's his old slick fork saddle,
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 he was once a cowboy
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It's a shame what the years and 
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the mice will destroy.
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There's a chill in the loft now, 
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its silent and stale
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Where grand children play, in 
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sweet clover bails
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Where raindrops were lullabies, on 
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dark stormy days
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For little girls and kittens, 
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asleep in the hay.
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I remember the sound, of an old 
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man's laughter
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But now all I hear, is the wind 
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in the rafters
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And it speaks of a sadness, that 
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times passing brings
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And makes faded old memories and 
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tobacco juice stains.

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But old barns they vanish, like 
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castles of sand
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Their glory fades quickly, like 
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youth from a man
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For a season they'll bloom, 
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shinning fruits of his toll
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Then in times deadly grip, they 
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crumble back into soil.
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Abandoned it stands, like 
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ancient grey ghost
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Surrounded by weeds and rotten 
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fence posts
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Its a bitter sweet relic, of an 
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old man and his farm
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I close the gate for the last 
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time, as I leave grandpa's
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barn.