The Old Rugged Barn
The old rugged barn smells
of horses and leather.
It has stood through the
years through all kinds of weather.
And each time I enter,
past memories find me.
My senses are filled with
a dear menagerie.
Racing to follow my
grandpa with his big strides.
Finding a cozy place where
a kitty still hides.
The soft horse’s tongue
tickling my hand for some grain.
The dinging of the metal roof
from pelting rain.
People snap photographs as
they pass by the farm.
Perhaps they, too, remember
an old rugged barn.
(From The Old Rugged Cross)
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