The red barn sits, used only for storage

An old farm truck sit by a gravel hill

Wooden corrals are overrun by cattails

The tractor’s bucket peeks our by the barn

Calves have been replaced by motorbikes

Trees have been removed for good

Things have changed way to much

My comfort zone has shrunk a lot

On my childhood home,things changed

For better or for worse has been undecided

The only reason I return, is for a man

I man who I love and call Grandpa