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.