I am probably going to write some ridiculous pastoral poem about this barn in the future. It reminds me a great deal of my poem "The Old Payette Barn" that I wrote while attending WWU. The fictional barn was taken down piece by piece and reconstructed in a city park I doubt that will happen with this one.
I think what saddens me the most about these barns is that they will never be built again, anywhere. No one I know of but the Amish (and perhaps the Hutterites) are constructing these kinds of barns. What I love is that each barn in the Palouse has unique features. Modern architecture appears homogenous to me.