Another fine rendition of a disappearing American icon!
Something I had written about 15 years ago follows:
Abandoned Farm Yard
Lonely, decaying, weedy and sad
The old grainery with gaping holes in it's side
Graying- doors gone- starting to sag- and sway
Shingles missing- some boards flopping in the wind
Becoming home to a wild menagerie
Not full- red- straight and proud
The days left of it standing seem short indeed
The barn seemed to fair a little better
Roof and sides looking forlorn
But with doors intact still standing square and straight
Two metal cupola standing atop a fine roof line
A tree on the end growing up to close
A few more years of pride left, though the splendor is gone
That tree will take that corner out eventually
The house long since dead and gone
Yard shed's condition between the grainery's and the barn's
The old well pump seems to be fairing the best
I wonder what stories the buildings could tell
I am sure some would be happy and glad, some strange, sad?
An abandoned farm yard always leaves me melancholy
Missing the American Small Farm
A vanishing part of our heritage
A sad reminder of the days of real neighbors
We must all remember everyone is our sister or brother
The whole world is all dependent together