The Round Barn
this barn is here
to tell the story,
of days gone by;
of faded glory.
a round white barn,
a silent track;
sunlight shining
through the cracks.
inside, it's musty
in this stall,
where a winner
once stood tall.
where a plaque
proclaimed his name,
his money won;
his world-wide fame.
where dust motes dance,
his hooves once pranced;
among the hay,
rose petals lay.
now a spider
spins his web
where this fine horse
once laid his head.
the barn remains
to tell the story,
of his great heart;
of his great glory.
S G Newland
A view from outside the barn, through the courtyard doors |
The indoor exercise track |
The inner courtyard |
Inner courtyard, the doors to the stalls, to the left, the small square that bore the plaque |
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