These old barms hold memories.
Memories taking us back in history, the ruggitness of hard work and sweat. This history of agriculture on landscapes of mountains, hills and in the plans. It’s the history and the stories behind these structures that make them so intriguing.
Filled with heartbreak escaping slavery, to shelter for animals, a place to socialize and a new life born. From birth to death those walls hold what no one else can see.
Still standing by the grace of planks soaking the sunrise to the east and the sunset to the west, holding beauty and purpose even when they can hardly stand, holding many gifts of truth of stories not heard.
Holding age which is todays art, showing one can rest but do not fall, nobody knows the trouble you’ve seen, the value of hard.work taught with some of the best memories made within those walls.
Doing chores, playing in the dirt, jumping in the hay, building characer, respecting the land while growing bonds and establishing roots. Still standing by the grace of plaks soaking in the sunrise to the east and the sunset to the west, holding onto the beauty it once was.
The healing, tears of triumph, and life’s escapes, only those barn walls can hold! The sturdy structure where healing began and truths were told will forever hold more than one can bear…