Vol.2..Norwegian Farmer’s Son..June 24th

June 24th……….POEM – “The Old Sentinel Stands” created by N. Elliott Noorlun

All vestige of life, Has been torn from her hold, Her timbers now moan, So alone.

Fellow farm buildings gone, It’s just she that remains, Neglect and decay now prone.

Both lovely and sad, This sentinel stands, Void of the farm that in past was.

Once sounds of life, Both of happy and strife, Now fall deaf in her silent hurrahs.

Once the bulwark of shelter, For animal’s life, A bastion for farmer’s good work,

Now stands all alone, And in silence will groan, To its care, Gnawing years will shirk.

One final ill-wind, Will tumble her down, Crushing this noble edifice to its knees.

But be known dear old barn, I’m thankful for, How faithfully you served to please!!!