Collapse of an old barn

                        The collapse of an old barn is doubly sad now.

                        Its enduring presence - sight, sound, smell, feel,

                        will exist only in images and our memories.

                        And that which shall replace it

                        will not be made of wood and stone and sweat,

                        but rather concrete and metal and plastic,

                        which will bear no resemblance to the holy materials

                        used to erect a childhood's sanctuary.

                                                                    
                                  Photo (south of Schomberg) and free verse by BarrytheBirder

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BtheB