I like the old barns the best, the ones on their last legs, returning to the earth. And yet this one saddens me.
It was the horse barn on my grandparents’ farm in Nebraska. When I was a child (over half a century ago), this barn stabled horses – riding horses and draft horses. The pinto saddle horse, Duke, and the draft mares, Florrie and Bess in their box stalls. The tack room held old harnesses and saddles that smelled of conditioning oil and horse sweat. I ran my hands through the bin of oats and climbed on the bales of hay in my own little heaven.
Now it’s full of discards and falling in on itself.
It may not look like much to you but know that it’s full of history and memories.
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