- Connie Anderson
Abandoned
No more children playing
In the hayloft,
No horses neighing
In their stalls
No farmers scattering
Cracked corn for the chicks,
No more activity—
No more life.
How many years ago
Did the barn have life?
How many seasons ago
Did a home stand near the barn?
How many fur babies were
Born into this ancient barn?
How much sadness has
The barn watched over?
Abandoned, now it stands
To be captured on film.
Weathered walls leaning,
Straining to stand tall.
The hayloft stuffed with
Unused bales of hay.
Abandoned…until that day
When it was torn down.
–Connie Anderson
Photo and poem