a tale of tails, tenacity, and tedium, as told by me, usually barefoot and bellowing

Monday, March 24, 2014

Dreaming

I buried Andrew Wyeth
In a yellow field
I held my grandsons
Told them how I feel
I rode my horses
Once again into spring
I woke to discover
It was only a dream
Now I wonder
Why did I bury
Wyeth in his art?

Andrew Wyeth  Open House
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17 comments:

Alex J. Cavanaugh said...

Last line is funny!

Sandra said...

sorry it was only a dream... and i think that would be the perfect place to bury him...he is dead right? LOL...

Kerry O'Connor said...

It is amazing how the mind works sometimes. I like your opening lines - they do have a dream like quality.

TexWisGirl said...

i love this painting of his! i tried to find it in a print, once, and i don't think it was ever reproduced for mass sale. and the original was out of my price range! :)

Susan Kane said...

Indeed, why did you bury Andrew Wyeth in his art? Lots of symbolism there.

Farm Girl said...

Well, that was cute, caught me off guard. I admit my heart stopped when I read the I buried Andrew part then the Wyeth part, Scared me pretty good, thought I was going to cry so glad that I read the whole thing.
I love the painting.

A Quiet Corner said...

I don't bury things I've lost...I keep them at my side...speak of them, enjoying them as if they were here!...:)JP

Buttons said...

Og Gail you are such a great poet and make me laugh. Love that pic:) B

Ginny said...

Again, anther beauty from you. You really should publish a book of poetry. You evoke emotion in everything you write. I like Wyeth, especially "Christiana's World". Remember me, Sandra's friend? I have been gone for so long, with surgery and things, but now I am back.

Lynne said...

Once again, a winner!

Sandy said...

Another fabulous poem, and picture.

Kim Nelson said...

You've got me wondering, too.

LindaG said...

Haha.*hugs* Great poem, Gail. :-)

Saucy Kodz said...

ha,ha I like the horse looking out the window of the house. Cool Poem !

Kathryn said...

Loved this one Gail, you have humor even in your dreams.

Brian Miller said...

if you buried him in this own art...i could think of few better places....

Margaret said...

Sometimes art is the heart and should of a person - it certainly seems to me Wyeth painted with his…. ?

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