From the woolshed – Olympus OM-1N, Kodak Ektar 100
From the woolshed, looking out to a familiar scene
Clouds on the hill, weathered boards underfoot
The same old fencelines divide the land
Just as you remember
The Rye paddock and the Lane
The Airstrip out of sight beyond the ridge
Then other people’s land
Land you don’t know
Before the distant peaks slide into the hills
Just as you remember.
equineocean 
Only a few know the depth of meaning in this photo and poem!
…and I’m one of that few, thank you!
Hello Frank! Fancy meeting you here – how did you stumble across my blog? You’ll no doubt have noticed that quite a few of the photos on my Flickr account are of very familiar scenes… Hope you are well.
I don’t know the meanings of this poem, but it is beautiful nontheless
Thanks Tom, nice to hear.