The Old Red Barn
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When I vacationed in Sulphur Springs, Arkansas, as a lad,
We used to play around a red barn of Richard Eldred’s dad.
Bill Eldred and I hung around the barn all day long at times,
As there was lots of things for boys to do of the fun kind.
What fun we had playing in and around that old barn
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The Old Red Barn
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There was a big brown horse in one of the barn stalls,
That hung his head right over that short stall door wall.
I would rub his soft nose with my small little boy hand,
And feed him an apple that he thought was so grand.
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The brown horse ate the whole apple, core, seeds, and all,
From out of my little hand standing right there by his stall.
I think I made a good friend with that horse on that day,
So I brought him an apple every time we got out that way.
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There was a spotted cow in the barn that often did moo,
With a full udder that Bill’s aunt did milk daily there too.
She sat on a stool by the cow and grabbed two faucets.
And squeezed them just right so that milk filled the bucket.
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She asked me to try milking the cow as those tits she did hold,
So I grabbed two of the big soft tits with my hands so cold.
I tried a while but didn’t get a drop of milk with my hands,
Bill’s aunt told me that she didn’t think I was a farmer man.
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There were many chickens running loose around that barn.
That kind of made the whole area seem like a real farm,
And there was always the smell of fresh manure in the air,
Making it so much fun for us kids running around there.
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In the rafters of that barn, there was an owl’s nest in there,
If we stayed until evening, we could see her, I do swear.
She was very big and chased the rats there everywhere,
Looking for food for her chicks in the rafters high in the air.
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When at Sulphur Springs, I took my own slingshot with me.
So it was always in my back pocket in that barn, you see.
We had standing permission to shoot at any rats we saw,
So we took turns shooting at the rats while having a ball.
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Sometimes we would climb up in the loft of that old barn,
And pretend we were cowboy ranchers spinning our yarn,
We sometime fell off to dream up there in that soft hay,
Dreaming about wild things there during our long stay.
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My Mom and Dad allowed me to stay at the barn for hours,
Playing with my friend Bill Eldred without getting too sour.
That barn in a little Arkansas town was kid safe as can be
And they just didn’t worry too much about Bill and me.
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Those times I had as a young lad were some of my best.
They were so exciting for me that I never wanted to rest.
Exploring a new adventure every single day in that place,
That always caused my little boy heart to begin to race.
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By Bill
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Thanks for reading The Old Red Barn,
Bill