Dear Old Barn

Oh my dear old barn

I know your bones are getting weak

You put on a good show

The fresh paintcoat makes it seem less bleak

Still your sills are rotting

Your bracepins are breaking

Your eaves are dropping

In the eve-wind you’re creaking

For the prompt at dVerse https://dversepoets.com/2020/09/07/quadrille-111-whats-that-rustling-in-the-eaves/

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