Big and Red

Being a big red barn was great life

I watched countless miracles of baby cows and horses be born under my watch.
It never got old watching the mother nudge and tenderly lick their new babies.

As time changed the animals were replaced with people in dresses and suits celebrating times of joy with their family and friends. The jolly music and lights always made me want to dance along.

But there were tragedies in between the good times too and it was never easy seeing all the sad faces. But sometimes those were the times kindness and love shone the brightest in the crowds that gathered.

The years of fighting the elements eventually wore my body frail and I had to be taken down.

But I hope the little pieces of me will keep the memories alive