Old Houses – A poem by, Robert Cording
Old cottage, Bansha, county Tipperary
Irish Landscape Photography : Nigel Borrington
Old Houses
By Robert Cording
Year after year after year
I have come to love slowly
how old houses hold themselves—
before November’s drizzled rain
or the refreshing light of June—
as if they have all come to agree
that, in time, the days are no longer
a matter of suffering or rejoicing.
I have come to love
how they take on the color of rain or sun
as they go on keeping their vigil
without need of a sign, awaiting nothing
more than the birds that sing from the eaves,
the seizing cold that sounds the rafters.
Nigel Borrington 
Poem and photo complement each other well. Both very nice Nigel! 🙂
October 28, 2013 at 12:34 pm
Hello Norma 🙂
Thank you, it’s an amazing little old farm house 🙂
October 28, 2013 at 12:36 pm
Love it! 🙂
October 28, 2013 at 12:42 pm
🙂 🙂
October 28, 2013 at 12:43 pm
When I see these houses…I imagine them being built. The lives lived there. The joys and sorrows. I love these houses. I love your photography. Thank you.
October 28, 2013 at 12:52 pm
Hello Cm 🙂
Thank you, yes the stories they could tell 🙂
Thank you 🙂
October 28, 2013 at 1:17 pm
Gorgeous!
October 28, 2013 at 12:58 pm
Hello Roxi 🙂
Thank you 🙂 🙂 🙂
October 28, 2013 at 1:20 pm
I Love this, its so lyrical and Lovely 🙂
October 28, 2013 at 1:18 pm
Hello Morgan 🙂
Thank you, very pleased you enjoyed it 🙂 🙂
October 28, 2013 at 1:20 pm
What a gorgeous house!
October 28, 2013 at 1:27 pm
Hello Marilee 🙂
Yes, the stories it could tell 🙂 🙂 🙂
October 28, 2013 at 1:32 pm
Love the words and the photo – I too have taken photos like these in the past with intent to paint and often wondered about who lived there so long ago and what their lives would have been like – so interesting!
October 29, 2013 at 11:06 am