Old Yeller
original watercolor still life w/sunflowers, paints, bananas: 9" x 12"
Winter Blues
oh, how I long for June or July
with summer sunshine
and butterflies passing by
this season of cold
has taken it’s hold
with harsh winds now wailin’
seems the sun has gone sailin’
so I’m getting all set,
though it’s hard not to fret,
as blankets cover my lap
and I settle in
for a long mid-winter’s nap.....
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Lime Valley Mill
original Lancaster County historic building, Lime Valley Mill: 10" x 14"
i once had a thought
original and clever...
but that thought i forgot!
gone forever? i hope not..
still, i’m dismayed
yes fraught and distraught
‘cause it may have been great
that thought i just lost!
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and the farmer said
to the critters in his shed
why don’t you simply try
to lay your views aside
just get along today
‘cause that’s the kinder way
to live in peace ’n harmony
will benefit you all you see
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Cor en Fleur
original watercolor sunflowers/horn: 10" x 14"
Conch en Fa
There once was a seashell named Conch
Who was lonely, displeased with his lot
He puffed out his cheek
Buzzed a low mellow screech
Now he’s part of the rock group “Conch-crete”
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Autumness
original watercolor fall landscape: 9" x 12"
you cannot be chicken
if you do some paintin’
unless you are thinkin’
you’d like a good lickin’
‘cause just when that paint
does wondrous fresh stuff
your brain turns to mush
and you muck it all up
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SoloSunny
original watercolor sunflower: 10" x 10"
Ackkk!
the sun’s in retreat
giving me the cold shoulder
this summer romance
is apparently over
gone are the sundrops
warming my face
menacing shadows
have taken their place
cobalt blue breezes
rustle about
autumn is coming
of that there’s no doubt
my sunflowers are ruined
their beauty in tatters
seeds, petals, leaves
lie tossed about, scattered
i notice the dance
of those spurious squirrels
as they snatch the remains
of my golden sun girls
more quickly than ants
at a picnic, they advance
and I thought that finches
were sunflower grinches!
now I’m left all alone
‘neath a dry, crumbling wall
where my sunflowers once stood
majestic and tall
i’ll try not to fear
as hope becomes clear
they’ll be back next year
with more summertime cheer!
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