The Last Barn Standing
Oh, old red barn, you stand alone, A relic of a time long gone. Your weathered boards and rusty roof, Tell tales of joy and tales of grief.
You've seen the fields come alive with spring, And felt the summer sun's warm sting. You've witnessed autumn's golden leaves, And winter's snow that softly weaves.
You've sheltered livestock, young and old, And sheltered dreams yet to unfold. You've been a place of work and play, A gathering place by night and day.
But now you stand, the last one left, A silent witness to the past. Your walls may crumble, your roof may cave, But your spirit will forever brave.
Oh, old red barn, you're more than just a wall, You're a symbol of our strength, our rise, and our fall. You're a reminder of where we've been, And a beacon of hope for the future within.
This image can also be printed in larger sizes if you would like. Please inquire through my contact page for special pricing.
The brilliance of this image is enhanced by professional photo paper that it is printed and signed personally by the artist.
Oh, old red barn, you stand alone, A relic of a time long gone. Your weathered boards and rusty roof, Tell tales of joy and tales of grief.
You've seen the fields come alive with spring, And felt the summer sun's warm sting. You've witnessed autumn's golden leaves, And winter's snow that softly weaves.
You've sheltered livestock, young and old, And sheltered dreams yet to unfold. You've been a place of work and play, A gathering place by night and day.
But now you stand, the last one left, A silent witness to the past. Your walls may crumble, your roof may cave, But your spirit will forever brave.
Oh, old red barn, you're more than just a wall, You're a symbol of our strength, our rise, and our fall. You're a reminder of where we've been, And a beacon of hope for the future within.
This image can also be printed in larger sizes if you would like. Please inquire through my contact page for special pricing.
The brilliance of this image is enhanced by professional photo paper that it is printed and signed personally by the artist.
Oh, old red barn, you stand alone, A relic of a time long gone. Your weathered boards and rusty roof, Tell tales of joy and tales of grief.
You've seen the fields come alive with spring, And felt the summer sun's warm sting. You've witnessed autumn's golden leaves, And winter's snow that softly weaves.
You've sheltered livestock, young and old, And sheltered dreams yet to unfold. You've been a place of work and play, A gathering place by night and day.
But now you stand, the last one left, A silent witness to the past. Your walls may crumble, your roof may cave, But your spirit will forever brave.
Oh, old red barn, you're more than just a wall, You're a symbol of our strength, our rise, and our fall. You're a reminder of where we've been, And a beacon of hope for the future within.
This image can also be printed in larger sizes if you would like. Please inquire through my contact page for special pricing.
The brilliance of this image is enhanced by professional photo paper that it is printed and signed personally by the artist.