i

looked

across

at

the

sloping

corrugated

iron

roof

of

the

hayshed

rusted

brown

and

zinc

grey

in the half light of late evening

for

a

moment

i

thought

it

was

writing

trying

to

tell

me

something

it

still

looks

like

that

but

has

no

meaning

that

i

can

decipher !

note:

the photo was taken at a later date, i don't think it quite captures the original scene which i remember as more misty.

i do have a reservation about mixing photos and poetry wether it inteferes with the vision the reader has with their own imagery which is more real to them to them and perhaps better synchronised with the sense !