For years now I've been watching the barns disappear.
Red Barns faded pink and then weathered gray.
The side boards rotted and fell away.
Roof shingles blew off. Moss carpeted what was left.
Open spaces appeared where doors and windows had once been.
Swaybacks marked the countryside.
As the barns went, so went the homesteads.
Rusted relics where life had flourished.
And at the end of the day, nobody cared.
But me.
