Country roads delight my heart;
but a barn along the way says stop for a moment.
Let me savor the sight.
Remember my childhood.
What secrets would we find here?
Are there animals inside?
Farm machinery?
Piles of hay to climb on?
Rafters to swing from?
Not the prettiest of barns, but there was a wild turkey standing
next to it with about a dozen babies hiding in the grass.
Not so much of a barn, but the animals live here.
Isn't it a beautiful place to live?
Wondering why barns are often painted red.
Do you know? I don't!
As a child my uncle had a barn with a roof so low
we could climb on it and then turn and slide down to the ground.
I loved the old rusty tools inside,
climbing on the bales of hay,
or watching him milk the cow with a cat nearby for a taste
and country music playing.
I know there are barns in other countries,
but the barns I see along the country roads speaks Americana to me.
Something I love seeing in the country I love.
