For over 50 years it stood,
that old red barn at the end of Lincoln Hill.
The focal point of the neighborhood,
oh how I wish it were still.
Built around one family’s legacy,
The Nolan family farm,
a beautiful sight to see.
A picture of country charm,
that held many a memory
for the family that loved that old red barn.
Sides of red in fields of green,
weathered and aged,
the prettiest monument you’ve ever seen.
Used as a landmark to guide others,
it gave a warm greeting to all who passed.
One like it, there will never be another,
my how we all thought it would last.
That fateful night in February,
tragedy struck and the old barn fell.
The lone silo stood solitary,
of smoke and ash the air did smell.
Friends and neighbors helping out,
the Crick came together,
and showed what community was all about.
Now the old barn is no longer there,
no more greeting passersby.
At the emptiness you can’t help but stare,
all that’s left is a vacant spot and the open sky.
But make no mistake,
the old barn lives on,
in the stories shared for old time’s sake,
forging an unbreakable bond.
50 years from now,
people will still talk about the farm,
about the building that housed many a cow,
about the monument that once was full of charm.
Yes, we’ll still remember the Old Red Barn.
~Liz Austin 2018
Born and raised in Upstate NY, Liz is a freelance writer. She has written for websites, blogs, and magazines for the last 10 years. She works as a freelance writer and editor, as well as a proofreader and beta reader for several authors, all the while working on her first book.