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?
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17 comments:
Last line is funny!
sorry it was only a dream... and i think that would be the perfect place to bury him...he is dead right? LOL...
It is amazing how the mind works sometimes. I like your opening lines - they do have a dream like quality.
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! :)
Indeed, why did you bury Andrew Wyeth in his art? Lots of symbolism there.
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.
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
Og Gail you are such a great poet and make me laugh. Love that pic:) B
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.
Once again, a winner!
Another fabulous poem, and picture.
You've got me wondering, too.
Haha.*hugs* Great poem, Gail. :-)
ha,ha I like the horse looking out the window of the house. Cool Poem !
Loved this one Gail, you have humor even in your dreams.
if you buried him in this own art...i could think of few better places....
Sometimes art is the heart and should of a person - it certainly seems to me Wyeth painted with his…. ?
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