Country life, Poetry, writing Barn March 16, 2014 fhaedra Leave a comment What will we do When the old barn falls? How will we remember How it sheltered us all? What sound will we hear When the walls lay down? What will we do When the old barn’s gone? Share this:Tweet Share on Threads (Opens in new window) Threads Share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Like this:Like Loading...