The Barn That Was

It used to stand loud and proud.
Her color? It was green.
The fence was always freshly painted,
and the yard was cut and clean.

I drove by, maybe every other week...
to shoot horses in the yard.
A big yellow dog sat near the house...
almost a picture-postcard.

One of these days someone will clean it up...
getting rid of all the downed wood.
People will drive by, and see a field...
as if a barn had never stood.

For now, it's just a pile of junk,
nothing much left to see.
No farmer, no horses, and no dog...
it's the farm that used to be.  ;0(