Sleeping soundly in their beds,
In the old cozy farmhouse,
A family of four lay snug.
In the quiet of the night
Comes a fear most unwanted.

The children are asleep in their bed,
While the sound of the animals
Come flooding to the ears
Of the father asleep no longer.

Down stairs he goes and out to the barn,
Opening the doors to find a fire raging
In the corner of one of the stalls.
He jumps into action of getting all the animals out,
But the chance of survival for the barn is slim.

The wife wakes up wondering where her husband is.
Downstairs she goes looking out the kitchen window
To find the barn on fire and the animals going crazy in the yard.
She stands there in fear not knowing what to do.

All she sees is the flames,
Engulfing the roof
And all the hay into ashes,
With her husband running in and out exhausted.

The light is so bright
In the darkness of the night
It is blinding to the eyes
For those watching this sight.

The husband looking back at the house
To the window where the wife is standing.
The candle I her hand
Shines back to him,
Sending love and hope to him to keep on going.

Her worried face, her Husband’s exhaustion
Nothing else can be done.
All the animals are out,
But the barn will be no more.


There is no hope,
The barn is engulfed,
Turning black and charred,
Leaving no hope for survival.

A one- man army facing this powerful enemy
Will not stand up to the enemy for long.
It will fall to the ground and die
There is no hope, one cannot do it alone.

The husband retires the cause of the fight,
With a look of disappointment upon his face.
The sweat is still dripping off to the ground,
Leaving him walking into the house breathing heavily.

The door opens slowly as he walks in to the sight of his wife,
Stricken with worry of losing the barn.
The two at the window watch the flames devour their barn,
While the sweat is still dripping and the worry is still there.

They are at loss for words,
They are losing their barn,
Leaving them empty handed,
With doubt of what will happen next.

The barn slowly collapses into nothing,
With the children not knowing
What has gone on this grave night,
Leaving them asleep in their beds,
Till the rooster cries out in the morning sun.

The parents, still looking out at the fire,
Decide to go back to bed,
With many hours of burning left,
Leaving the barn to burn through the night.

The Barn is a pile of rubble,
Within the remaining time of the morning hours.
The barn is no more on the place where it sat,
On the land that was plentiful and full of family love.

That place may be empty
Where the barn once sat in the past,
But the love is still there with that family of four,
And whatever happens, it will always be there.