The Barn

Life once lived there, now is gone

the children that ran there, have moved on

In the dusty trails, where animals ate

weeds have begun to grow

Birds don’t stay and sing their songs

the squirrels won’t come and play

In the stalls where the animals slept

the spider webs have taken their place

No more noise comes from the old barn

except the moan of the wind

blowing through the lonely place

The lives that lived there have all gone.