That faded old timber well past its prime
Split, weathered, worn, and damaged.
Lost its life as a barn by an unknown source.
High and mighty it helped the building stand,
but no longer. No longer on that land.
It was for the better, some may say,
it was no longer fit for the task,
too old and ragged to support the great weight of the structure,
like an indescribable burden. However it was not alone at the task,
others also held the mighty structure high,
but their lives too were cut short.
Alas, here it stands. No longer burdened with anything
but the weight of being a subject
of young poets writing.