Earlier this year, we had a real cross country trip, from New
Mexico to the tip of Florida, then up the East Coast and thru the Midwest back
to New Mexico. In our travels, we saw
many farm houses, and my imagination took off.
I imagined what life was like back when those “old” farm houses were the
“newly built” homes for folks. And, of
course, every farm house has a barn. To
me, this barn is what I think of when I hear the word “barn”. Cows and horses in the barn, bales of hay in
upper lofts and the smell of both – the thought of smells in the barn take me
back to my childhood when we visited some friends and family who called a farm
home. This piece is mean to honor all
those old barns and all those old memories.
Page from the Past
Enjoy!
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