Don't Go Into That Barn

Across the fields with the hound this gorgeous morn and found myself strangely drawn to this corrugated three sided outhouse...

And we sang...

"Behind the porticoed house of a
Long dead farm
They found the falling down timbers
Of a spooky old barn
Out there like a slave ship
Upside down
Wrecked beneath the waves of grain
When the river is low
They find old bones and
When they plow they always
Dig up chains."

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