The Old Red Barn
E.H. Coe
The
old red barn, on the farm we love,
Is
the home of swallows, sparrows, and doves.
Field
mice, cats, bats and birds,
Rodents
and animals, not seen but heard.
But
this old barn, in the days gone by,
It's
now filled with fresh hay, piled high
For
the cattle and horses, sheep and the rest,
And
I certainly think these days were the best.
For
the barn in those days, was used not just seen,
Outlined
against the fields of green.
Where
the farmer must have spent most of the day,
Storing
the grain and piling the hay.
In
winter the cold snow dripped from it's eaves,
Down
on piles of wind blown leaves.
The
poultry and animals all keeping warm,
Snuggled
inside from the cold winter storm.
Just
think of this barn what wonders it's seen,
The
plows and the tractors and threshing machine.
And
I'm sure this old barn, stood in a trance,
When
the lively young folks, held a country dance.
So
the old red barn, though it's days are through,
Stands
on the rise, right in full view.
Of
anyone looking for an old country scene,
The
old red barn, in a setting of green.
E.H.
Coe
Garden
Cut
the grass, mow the weeds,
Plow
the ground, sow the seeds.
Reap
the harvest, when it's fair,
And
pile the weeds, right over there!
Now
in the fall, clean up the mess,
Now's
not the time, to stop and rest.
Handle
it all, with loving care,
And
pile the weeds, right over there!!
E.H.
Coe 1981
"Old
Farm Pump"
The
old wooden farm pump,
From
long, long ago.
What
memories it holds in our minds.
The
rusty old creak, cold water, the trough,
Makes
this old pump,
One
of a kind.
E.H.
Coe 1981
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