by Joshua Heston
Barns are special places. Full haymows, cattle, chickens, dogs & cats. Old barns were built with care, a testimony to function, craftsmanship, & beauty. Little wonder they hold a special place in our hearts.
July 22, 2010
The night was coming very fast; It reached the gate as I ran past.
The pigeons had gone to the tower of the church And all the hens were on their perch
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
Up in the barn, and I thought I heard A piece of a little purring word.
I stopped inside, waiting and staying, Trying to hear what the hens were saying.
They were asking something, that was plain, Asking it over and over again.
One of them moved and turned around, Her feathers made a ruffled sound,
A ruffled sound, like a bushful of birds, And she said her little asking words.
She pushed her head close under her wing, But nothing answered anything.
— Elizabeth Madox Roberts