Old Barns and Pictures…
you just gotta love
a little old barn
touched by time
with it’s own charm..
the weatherd wood
shines bright in the sun..
Proud and still standing..
(it’s time isn’t done)………
Think of the tales
that could be told
if barns could talk
of memories they hold..
each one is different
no two are the same..
to see them fading
away, is a shame.
so if you happen upon
a old one please take
a picture and treasure
the portrits they make..
for someday they will
be old memories…
this one was saying
“take my picture, please”!
Poem and pitcutre by connetta
Dear Connetta, My friend and I are putting together a small book with photos of barns in our area. We live in a small town in East Tennessee. We read your poem and loved it! Would you care if we printed the poem as a forward in our book? Best regards.
Yes you may use my poem as long as you say i wrote it…thanks
Yours is an ideal barn poem for a short TV documentary I’m producing for Community Television in Salem, OR. It’s called BARNYARD BONE YARD with a series of delapidated barns in our area. I’m a volunteer with CCTV and we donate our time and talent toward projects like this. If you will give your permission, I’d like to include your poem in the TV film. Thanks.
Jack..
I will give you permission if you credit me for my work. thanks for your confidence in my poetry,,,,
is there any way i can see this film? will it just be on t.v. in your state??Please keep me posted….
connetta Jean
This photo makes me think of Eeyore. It’s sad and eerie at the same time.
It’s nice to see that someone else realizes how important barns can be some people. My life growing up on a farm was the best time of my life and the hay barn we had was my hangout and refuge from my 4 older brothers so it meant a lot to me. Thank you for this poem.