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The Blood Red Barn
(5-28-42 / Washington state USA)

The Blood Red Barn

I took a little drive one day
Out in the country where I live
The peace I felt as I drove along
Showed my world had much to give

I saw a windmill operating
The way a windmill should
I looked at the cliffs that loomed above
From a place I’ve often stood

I drove on down the road a ways
And there before my eyes
A schoolhouse broken into pieces
I guess that’s not a surprise

For time has lost the battle
With structures built long ago
Nothing can last forever
This schoolhouse shows it so

Over there was once a homestead
Several families once lived within
It served to house many lifetimes
It’s usefulness now dim

Then there it was, that famous barn
Blood red is the amazing color
It’s quite a landmark, you know
For uniqueness there is no other

Did you ever think about the beauty
You find driving out in the country?
I can’t think of any way
To spend a day more peacefully!

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Quite remarkable travel back to a hometown where memories are recalled, where only remnants of the past remain that marked mortality yet sublime. High marks.