It’s had a long and vital life, this old corn crib.

I remember driving past it, years ago. Before a tree crashed down, during an ice storm. Crushed in but still standing next to its neighbor on an abandoned farm.

At one time, these bins held the corn crop, saved for winter feed, or perhaps to take to the local mill for grinding to provide corn meal for the family that once lived here.

A riddle for those who now pass by.