My grandparents hosted their annual Barn Party. It made me think of the good ol' days...
When potlucks were in abundance and hand-sewn quilts lined the tables...
When parties were in big, red barns...
And, little boys sat on fences sipping a cold drink after a long days work...
When catching fireflies was the highlight of the night...
When kids lined up for hayrack rides...
And, eighty-year old men drank whiskey straight-up (and swore it was good for their health)
And, neighbors lined long, country lanes with big pickup trucks...
And, a one-man band played country music while everyone danced...
And, old cowboy hats and ropes hung from barns...
And, handsome old men in their hats and suspenders talked about next season's crop 
When parties were in big, red barns...
And, little boys sat on fences sipping a cold drink after a long days work...
When catching fireflies was the highlight of the night...
When kids lined up for hayrack rides...
And, eighty-year old men drank whiskey straight-up (and swore it was good for their health)And, neighbors lined long, country lanes with big pickup trucks...
And, a one-man band played country music while everyone danced...
And, old cowboy hats and ropes hung from barns...
And, handsome old men in their hats and suspenders talked about next season's crop It made me sad for the days that are no longer....sad that my boys will never know the joy of growing up on a farm, dancing in the barn, roaming in acres upon acres of fields, and counting the people who live 8 miles away from you as "neighbors." Farming is never an easy life, but it's a good life. And, for that, I'll always be thankful to my grandparents.
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