We also rejoice in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; perseverance, character; and character, hope. Romans 5:3-4
The old barns tell a story from an era long ago.
Withstood the harsh realities of rain and wind and snow.
Stored hay and grain and leather for stock that worked the land.
Through storms and scorching sun, it always could withstand.
Seen generations of men pass through big double doors
As sweat from working sun to sun flowed freely from their pores.
Now they face uncertainty towards eventual demise
As horse-less carriages relentlessly speed ignorantly by.
So if you pass a weathered barn, breathe in its vital history
Of family and perseverance, of hard work and unity.
For traits that seem to be fading, like the weathered barns, too fast
May soon be fully extinct from the rare breeds of our past.
- Denise Strahan






Thank you for posting Denise. Your poetry is amazing. The pictures are gorgeous. Finally had a moment to view your websight and it is appreciated. I am blessed to have grown up with you!