Beneath Its Tattered Roof Poem by Marilyn Lott

While driving along a country road
One day when I was all alone
I saw an old barn in the middle of a field
Looking rundown and so forlorn

The house, once an old homestead
Was gone now after many years
It looked as though it had burned down
Left behind a chimney and tears

So the barn was really by itself
And I could almost hear the sounds
Of what had taken place inside
On this old tired homestead ground

Like I said. it was dilapidated
One door hanging by a single nail
Oh I know this huge tired building
Had many interesting stories to tell

The smell was a musky dustiness
From fields fertile at one time
But that was probably long ago
When they were in their prime

It was then that I noticed
A mother cat with wild eyes
Her kittens cuddled close to her
It was a startling sweet surprise

For this barn was still providing
A place for life to dwell
I smiled then with happiness
My eyes began to swell

So even though it appears
That old barns are no longer of use
We never know what nestles
Beneath its tattered roof!