The Creaking Barn Door: The Opening and Closing of Life’s Chapters

It wasn’t the land that made cowboys—it was their untamed spirit.

creaking barn door swings with grace,

As memories linger in this cherished space.

With dust motes dancing in the fading light,

It whispers tales of both sorrow and delight.

Once painted bright, its wood now worn,

It held the laughter of family reborn.

Each crack and cranny a story unfolds,

Of young hearts dreaming, of legends told.

A stallions neigh echoes through the air,

Reminding of journeys that once seemed rare.

The scent of hay and leather combine,

A tapestry woven through heart and time.

Now the door closes, a chapter must cease,

What was once bustling, finds solace and peace.

Yet in the silence, a whisper remains,

Of new beginnings tied to old reins.