Written in the
memories of my heart, it stands still, strong and durable, capable of enduring
the wildest wind and weather, a symbol of the people who built it, rugged,
brave and tenacious. Standing now for almost a hundred years this
magnificent symbol should be preserved and protected from the destruction of
the progress threatening all of society. Offering warmth and shelter to all the
animals of this farmland the red barn (a typical country picture of years past)
welcomes still, any who may need its protection.
Strong bright red
paint slightly pealed near the edges reflects the pride of Jacob and Sarah,
the farmer and his wife who tended the grains and animals on this homestead.
The roof (where Sally and little Jake used to sit and watch as the sun would sink
below the horizon most evenings) shows ever such slight wear; as though it were
only put up yesterday. Actually it was put up yesterday; the yesterday of our
heritage.
As I walk the path
towards the warmth and welcome of this old barn my mind wanders to a time of
solitude and peace; when neighbors were friends; when friends held out a hand;
when the hand meant to offer help. Lonely among the furrows where the wheat
used to grow it nestles close to the comfort of one lone tree rustling in the
soft breeze. Just off in the distance a forest of trees; a haven for the
wildlife who often came to visit close to the barn where they were usually
welcomed with a drink and perhaps a small warning if mischief was their
intention.
The closer I get the
louder becomes the meowing of the barn cats as they used to line up for their
squirt at milking time, the chickens as they scratch and search, the cows as
they are chewing, the horses as they swish their tails, the piglets in play. The
barn-smells wafting across the breeze to my nostrils remind me of a yesterday
long gone; long gone but never forgotten; placed lovingly in the recesses of my
memories; stored for just such an occasion; at hand whenever a walk back in
time seemed to pull me; at hand whenever I needed reminding of the important
things in life.
Written
in the memories of my heart
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