Barn Exercise

I looke in on the old barn from the old window, not to make myself depressed at the old dilapidated state of it, but to remind me of a time when I had no worries, no responsibilities. I played in there as a child when it was much newer. Now the fallen rafter in the center of the dirt floor shows the buildings age. Nothing on it looks new or clean or soft. The yellow paint on the outside is almost non existent as if the walls never had any color at all. Generations have passed through its doors to swing on the tire swing in the center whose rope was connected to the now broken wood. Before the loft collapsed we would climb the metal ladder to the top and jump onto the piles of hay below. This place now abandoned of any creature except for stray cats was once a livelihood for my grandfather, chores for my father and uncles. The hay which used to be in abundance for the horses and cows is now only small specks scattered on the floor here or there. I tried to picture it as it was so I could run around and play carefree.