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THE OLD BARN
The old barn's in a state of disrepair
Now that it's old and needs care
A new barn built to take its place
Things have worth when they're old June 11, 2005 Poetry © Jan Haile Clark Designed by
This doesn't appear to be quite fair
It has done its job in good and bad times
Standing there proudly in all climes
No one has the time to spare
Thought worthless, it's been rejected
Slowly forgotten and neglected
Shining and gleaming is its face
The old left standing to tumble down
Yet with history it does abound
Some even have more value than gold
Treat them kindly and with respect
Us, with our past, they do connect
Greeneyed Angel
Music playing is "Country Roads"