That building doesn’t look like it will see too many more winters…..
…indeed
Beloved guests
The old country house has bent
over its sore side
like a swallow wound to a wing.
In front of the entrance a shabby veranda
with thin columns and an unlit lantern
oscillates softly at the breath of the wind.
At the far end of the meadow,
with a faint scent of resin and pallor of death,
the creaking of worms away
in the torn axles.
These verses are drawn from my poem “Beloved Guests”. It seems to me that they describe your photo well.
Thanks for sharing, Marcello; lovely imagery. I could read poems about the far ends of meadows all day…
ciao
Excellent capture.
Many thanks Rabirius
Nostalgic!
So nice to hear from you Carol. 🙂
Beautifully done, John, and familiar.
Again – thanks Lynn… really appreciate your feedback.
I’ve said it before but it’s true, the pleasure is mine. 🙂
Great picture with a timeless beauty reminiscent of those great Walker Evans FSA photos in the south from the 30’s.
JOHN TODARO 
That building doesn’t look like it will see too many more winters…..
…indeed
Beloved guests
The old country house has bent
over its sore side
like a swallow wound to a wing.
In front of the entrance a shabby veranda
with thin columns and an unlit lantern
oscillates softly at the breath of the wind.
At the far end of the meadow,
with a faint scent of resin and pallor of death,
the creaking of worms away
in the torn axles.
These verses are drawn from my poem “Beloved Guests”. It seems to me that they describe your photo well.
Thanks for sharing, Marcello; lovely imagery. I could read poems about the far ends of meadows all day…
ciao
Excellent capture.
Many thanks Rabirius
Nostalgic!
So nice to hear from you Carol. 🙂
Beautifully done, John, and familiar.
Again – thanks Lynn… really appreciate your feedback.
I’ve said it before but it’s true, the pleasure is mine. 🙂
Great picture with a timeless beauty reminiscent of those great Walker Evans FSA photos in the south from the 30’s.
Grazie Mr. T 🙂