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Living in the south there was a time when you could take a drive and see old barns everywhere. With progress and building the barns are fading. If you ever have a chance to drive through the south and see an old barn, stop and think about the sweat and love behind it.
Old barns in the south are fading
Soon to be a thing of the
Standing alone in the field of
The most beautiful building I've ever
Built by men that were strong and
They never complained, and they never
Back when your neighbor was your
A simple handshake let you know you could
When the barn needed raising, and work had
to be done,
Your neighbors would help from dawn to
the setting of the sun.
Knowing all along there would be
That was their life, the
Daniel L Keith
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|Reviewed by David Keith (Reader)
Do you remember the barn we had when we were little?
We used to climb up to where the square bales of hay were and squeezed in between them and made forts to play in.
I love old barns. They seem so sad when they're not being used.
Good poem Daniel, love ya...
|Reviewed by eliza keating
|this is the same the world over..here in scotland they are destroying our beautiful landscape too.replacing it with shopping centres ...great piece ...eliza keating|
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|Indeed Daniel, old barns symbolize a way of life and here too they are more and more rare. Thank you for sharing. Love and peace to you,
|Reviewed by Barbara Henry
|Great poem Daniel!
|Reviewed by Joyce Bell
|YOU KNOW WHAT....YOU ARE SO RIGHT. SO MANY TIMES, I DON'T TAKE THE TIME TO THINK ABOUT THE LABOR...AND LOVE....THAT WENT INTO MAKING THOSE OLD BARNS. THANKS FOR REMINDING ME WITH SUCH A WELL DONE, UNIQUE OFFERING. GOD BLESS AND LOVE, JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS|
|Reviewed by Karen Palumbo
|Daniel this is such a beautiful tribute, and your words are to be cherished because they are disappearing. I wish I had the means to live on a farm and work the land. That would be a dream come true.
Be always safe,
|Reviewed by Z McClure
|A wonderful tribute to a day and age when more people than not, had a strong sense of commitment to their neighbors. You've used the barn as a strong visual symbol of those days Daniel. Very powerful poem!|
|Reviewed by Mary Lacey, Desertrat
Never having been to the south, I haven't seen this. This is a truly fantastic and heartfelt write.