When all the barns Have finally gone

 


For years now I’ve been watching the barns disappear.

Red Barns faded to pink and then they weathered gray. 

 

The side boards rotted and fell away. 

 

Roof shingles blew off.  Moss carpeted what was left.

 

 

Open spaces appeared where there were once doors and windows.



Swaybacks marked the countryside. 

 

As the barns went, so went the homesteads.



Rusted relics marked where life had flourished. 

 

And at the end of the day, nobody cared.


But me.

 

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Ramona Grigg. Freelancer, blogger, essayist, photographer, dreamer,
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4 Responses to When all the barns Have finally gone

  1. Dakota says:

    There was a huge old barn near where I grew up, and then when we moved there was another old barn in the back of the property. They were humbling places to be.

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    • What I remember most about barns when I was a kid was the smell–a mixture of sweet hay and outhouse–and the birds fluttering around in the rafters. I tried to milk a cow once. It didn’t turn out well.

      But I do love the look of sad old barns. I want them to stay that way forever, of course, but one of the barns in the pictures above has collapsed on one side. It must have happened over the winter. I hated to see that. (Most of these pictures were taken a couple of years ago.)

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  2. Nedra Dinger says:

    Family farms and their buildings gave way to Corporate Farming and the remnants dot the countryside. We are losing not only the Farming Ethic but the food they planted and harvested
    for our consumption. Now our food is raised in faraway places and we don’t see their barns. Whenever I can, I support small farming enterprises and they appear to be disappearing.

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  3. Still a little family farming up here but it’s mostly hay and beans. Barns are made of metal now and have no charm. I don’t take pictures of them!

    But, yes, it’s sad that even our food comes from far away now. Our farmers are paid NOT to produce. This country spends half its time shooting itself in the foot.

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