Standing Strong


I gazed at a barn
that leaned to one side,
and wondered what
might be hiding inside.
It stood there so lonely
all tired and worn,
just how had it lasted
through so many storms.
The paint was all gone,
the boards had gone gray,
but there it still stood
to meet another day.
How long had it been there,
did anyone know.
It shuddered in silence
in winters melting snow.
I approached it so prudent
and peeked through the door,
but nothing remained
but an old dirt floor.
I wondered who built it,
and why they departed,
a structure abandoned
and left disregarded.
A creation of man
that once held respect,
now a skeleton remains,
a victim of neglect.

Copyright © 2014 by John D. McCann

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