Relic & once a series of pulleys rose sweet hay to the high-arched loft & once cattle were milked with warm hands (young and old) in the stanchions & once the horses were harnessed and shoed with forged metal while tied to one of the posts & once dusty coats were hung on hooks among the tools that fixed and built & once a medallion rooster spun on the roof with bullet holes from a bulls-eye shot & once the...
