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The Barn

Story ID:7714
Written by:Monte Leon Manka (bio, contact, other stories)
Organization:retired
Story type:Poem
Location:Hemet CA. USA
Year:1939
Person:Chore Boy Chelsea Kansas Kid
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The Barn

The Barn

There’s the smokehouse, hen house, the barn
Corn crib, wheat bins, pigsty, the barn
The farm house, the outhouse, the barn
This poem is about the barn.

The barn had a granary
A cupola, a haymow
Five or six cats and a collie dog
A stall for our team of mules and a stall for every milk cow.

Two or three times a year
The barn floor was cleaned of straw and waste
We backed the manure spreader through the double doors
My chore to clean the floor “Post Haste”.

When the spreader is full
The mules pull the spreader and me
Down to the plowed field
And when the spreader’s empty

(While spreading manure
And the winds blowing north to the south
You go east and west
This keeps the dust from entering the eyes, ears nose and mouth.)

Fresh straw is spread
When the floor is clean
Then It’s time
To milk those cows again

So cleaning the barn was
A never ending chore
Though we were always prepared
The spreader was parked close to the barn door.

I took a job in the city
I packed and left the farm
But in my mind I can plainly see
Our Majestic Old Barn.

Monte L. Manka 1-1-13