Thursday, May 26, 2011

The Barn by Ralph Wainscott

The beauty of a barn,

With high graceful eaves,

Can enhance any setting,

With the enchantment it weaves.

Whether built of wood,

Or built of stone,

The barn is a monarch,

Even standing alone.

When it gets old

And no longer in use

It stands there stately,

While suffering abuse.

To think of a future,

With no barns to be found,

The loss to mankind

Would clearly be profound.


8 comments:

LucidLotus said...

What a stunning shot!

Cher' Shots said...

Great pic ~ once a country girl; always a country girl. I love barns!
p.s. sorry for the deleted comments but my server was giving me fits.

Sylvia K said...

Gorgeous capture! Beautiful skies, wonderful barn and the perfect words! Brings lovely memories for me as well! Have a great weekend!

Sylvia

ladyfi said...

Wonderful words and photo! A barn is indeed a thing of beauty.

Jidhu Jose said...

nice sky shots
happy SWF

Skywatch

Pretty Life Online said...

perfect one for skywatch... Have a great weekend! Hoping you can visit my skywatch entry.

fjÀllripan said...

Beautiful reflections!

Pearl Maple said...

Beautifully commposed post and photo, barns are such an important part of the country life