The Barn
The creaking and cracking got much louder
As the wind outside intensified
Shrieking through the early morning sunset
As the old homestead walls wined within
The red door is suddenly thrown open
With a flock of sparrows taking flight
The spoken sounds of a barn owl nestling
As the light of the sun drifted in
With the dying red...
As the wind outside intensified
Shrieking through the early morning sunset
As the old homestead walls wined within
The red door is suddenly thrown open
With a flock of sparrows taking flight
The spoken sounds of a barn owl nestling
As the light of the sun drifted in
With the dying red...