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The Old Barn

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Down the dead‑end road stood an old pine barn, Leaning in the sunlight like it meant some harm. Mama said keep clear, Daddy said the same, But that only made it sweeter when we played our games. Grandma’s family reunion down that old pine road, Cousins running barefoot where the warm wind blowed. Every year a story, but that barn stole the show, Grandma’s family reunion, where the legends grow. We climbed the hay bales stacked to the beams, Laughing loud like we owned the scene. Mansel found a trap door reaching to the sky, Swung it open wide and we all had to try. I peeked through the opening, the ground felt far, My head spun quick under that Texas star. I pulled the door shut, heard the latch catch tight, And suddenly we’re stranded on the roof in the light. Grandma’s family reunion down that old pine road, Cousins running barefoot where the warm wind blowed. Every year a story, but that barn stole the show, Grandma’s family reunion, where the legends grow. Mike looked around and said the high side’s too steep, The ends were full of trouble and the drop was deep. He pointed to the lumber piled down by the wall, Said, “It ain’t too far, boys, we can make that fall.” Larry wasn’t loud, but he saw things clear, Said, “There’s nails down there, boys, you better steer.” He took my hand gentle, said, “We’ll find our own way,” And he lowered me down slow like a brother does that day. But Mike knew better, acting like he had no fear, All the cousins hit the boards, each one punctured somewhere, Trying hard to act tough though the hurt was everywhere, They patched up all the cousins, gave each one a whack to spare, But me, Larry, and Royce got two, ’cause we weren’t hurt nowhere. It was a family reunion none of us will forget, That old pine barn gave us a story we ain’t lived down yet. Cousins still laugh when the tale gets told, How we jumped like Superman as the tale unfolds Grandma’s family reunion down that old pine road, Cousins running barefoot where the warm wind blowed. Every year a story, but that barn stole the show, Grandma’s family reunion, where the legends grow. Grandma, we love you… always have, always do.