HEART OF THE FARM.
He built her in the 40's,
sometime after the crash;
A time when there were little funds,
and hardly any cash.
He needed her to house his stock.
and so he built her strong;
Thick wood walls with lots of stalls,
extra wide and long.
He built her tall and faced her west,
to catch the evening rays:
Seven windows on either side,
gave light all through the day.
An open loft to store the hay,
wide doors on either end;
Ladder's in the second manger -
up you go, my friend!
Through the years she never stopped,
warming winter nights:
Every creature great and small,
she did hold so tight.
Then she got so old and worn,
her service seemed to slow;
Still, familiar footsteps known to her,
would stop and say hello.
Now she rests, her work is done,
Her duty is no more;
But every once in a little while,
someone slides her door.
She gives a groan, then heaves a sigh,
she's done him proud, for sure.
All those many years ago,
he built her to endure.
2019
Dale Graumann
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