Red barn gleaming

Red barn gleaming
in the afternoon sun,
empty of horses;
just one old truck
waiting to plow
in the winter to come.
Times are changing;
what's to be done?
Green grass growing
but the farmer's not mowing;
no cows or horses
to eat the hay
that already lies
in big rolls in the barn.
Old dog scratching
stands by the window
watching the ghosts
stealing into the barn,
dancing in the rafters,
playing in the shadows,
calling him softly:
"Come out and play!"

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