The old barn stands alone today
It really looks quite sad
I remember well when it was built
Back when I was just a lad

Roland was the family
Who built this mighty barn
Right across old Dutch Creek
From the Harry Browning farm

Charlie was a preacher
And quite a carpenter too
There really wasn’t very much
That he really…. couldn’t do

William, Enid, Laura too
Pitched in and did their part
To help with all the labor
Right from the very start

I see the barn each time I pass
And think about them all
Remembering Mrs. Roland
And when she milked “Old Maude”

Oh how she could cook the food
From the garden that they grew
I even got into their patch
For melons.. a time or two

The cats weren’t safe from Enid and I
We baptized them many times
And Charlie taught me how to whistle
Which I thought was mighty fine

William taught me how to swim
I liked him as a pal
But then he fell in love with Jean
And I lost out to a gal

Now the barn stands idle
But my memories linger on
Someday I’ll pass that way again
And sadly see the old barn gone

Bill Browning Feb 5 2002