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Red Barn in Poor Valley

Canvas Prints

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$53.50
Linda Costello Hinchey

Saltville, United States

Sizing Information

Small 12.0" x 8.0"
Medium 18.0" x 12.0"
Large 24.0" x 16.0"
X large 30.0" x 20.0"

Features

  • Each print is individually stretched and constructed for your order
  • Epson pigment inks using Giclée inkjets to ensure a long life
  • UV protection provided by a clear lacquer
  • Cotton/poly blend Canson canvas for brighter whites and even stretching

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Artist's Description

This is why I love this time of day. And I feel so fortunate to have captured it. Enjoy the poem below selected for this image…
Located in upper Poor Valley in Washington Co., Virginia. Shot in the Autumn month of October 2009
Features and Challenges:
1st place in the BARNS & Old Grist Mills and Covered Bridges group for the Show me the way challenge- Sept 2011
JPG Cast-Offs group- featured Jan. 2010
Communities group- featured Sept. 2010
Peace, Love and Tranquility group- featured Sept. 2011
Superbly Visual group- featured Sept. 2011
Old Things Are Vintage group- featured Oct. 2011
Country Bumpkin group- featured July. 2013
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The Old Red Barn
A poem by Valerie Curtiss
Out behind the red barn where Grandpa used to smoke,
lying in the tall grass; what memories this evokes.
I lie beneath the willows that shimmer in the breeze,
and, remember days together spent in the old house ‘neath the trees.
In winter we would sled the hills, cries frozen in midflight.
We’d skate the pond, and build a fort, make snowballs for a fight.
Come Spring we’d fish, and gather flowers, and till the land for sowing.
We’d dig the soil, and plant the seeds, or take the boat out rowing.
By summertime we’d toss the hay, and picnic on the lawn.
We’d search the sky for well-loved stars, and talk the night ‘till dawn.
In autumn, we would gather fruits of seeds that we had sown, and
Decorate the Church hall for another Harvest Home.
But now the folks are dead and gone, and all those happy times
Are merely ghosts whose shadows move across my tired old mind.
Now folks tell me “you can’t go home,” how true that may well be,
But when I see an old red barn, it brings back home to me.

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