John C. McCornack
Yukon, Oklahoma

Barns have Style Barns are so wonderful to visit All across the country where you look We see them in the middle of fields Beside a slow flowing brook Some are standing all alone The grass is parched and brown You may see an occasional bird But that is the only sound Barns are home for little creatures Quite large or very small For I doubt if there is a barn With no creature inside at all For Cats and kittens of course It's a safe place for them to stay Many are wild little creatures But so delightful to watch at play Styles of barns are so different For long ago the purpose was To house the horse and keep hay dry And that was the only cause But as years went by they changed For if you study them awhile You learn they can be quite fancy Yes, barns definitely have style! Marilyn Lott © 2007- 240

Milk barn

Missouri windmill

Country Church There's a place dear to me...and it's in my memory It's a place where I spent my younger days It was just as dear to me as my home could ever be It was at the Country Church where we prayed Every Sunday morning... you could find us there With the cousins, aunts and uncles and our friends Singing Rock of Ages, and Precious Memories And we'd sing When the Saints go Marching In When the choir was through...the tithes were then received After this the preacher preached the holy word He would tell us how to live the golden rule And he'd tell us how to honor the dear Lord Keep the ten commandments ...in our hearts each day Never stray from what was truth and light Sunday mornings at that old Country Church Gave us strength to face the week and do what's right Still today, that chuch stands...as a beacon on that hill And I've gone back there to pray and praise the Lord An important part of my childhood and my past T'was there I learned to pray and read the holy word ImAuthor4U

The World of Mom: My mom taught me Keep your ear to the ground

Forgotten Barn Somethings can be remembered Somethings are put away But somethings in my memory Are put there to stay Like the times on Grandpa's farm When I was just a lad I use to help him put the hay up In the old barn, and now tis sad For when I go to see it The roof all rusted tin The hinges coming off the doors Where cow once had been The door to the hayloft Is missing from its track But as I stand and look at it It brings those memories back That barn is not forgotten It's an ancient sheltered friend For every time I look at it I'll remember where my heart has been ImAuthor4u@aol.com

Red Roof

The Road While driving on a cloudy morn, I came to a road I know It was far out in the country and it took me way back home It wound round the hills and trees, and it circled 'mong the fields And it lead to many places where as a boy I use to roam Oh, take me back in time, let me see the summer time Feel the rain upon my brow, let me feel the winds blow now Take me back in time, let me feel things one more time Let me once more feel the love and peace right now On the road there is the home where my mom and daddy lived It was here they taught me hard work and rewards If I did the things I should and they always knew I could I would play a part in bringing in the harvest...my reward Farther down this road there is, the barn where things are stored Like the hay in the hayloft and the cows their shelter seek Grandpa's tractor had its place in a corner by the gate And I still recall the sights and smells of freshly gathered wheat. Yes, this road remains the same, as it did when in my youth That old barn is still a useful building, and the doors still creak All the trees are standing taller, and the fields are greener green But like I, this road is worn now, but it's memories still are sweet Oh, take me back in time, let me see the summer time Feel the rain upon my brow, let me feel the winds blow now Take me back in time, let me feel things one more time Let me once more feel the love and peace right now ImAuthor4U