Naked Field
Naked field across the road
Early western days
A mill site for melting rocks
Lead and silver prize
Naked field across the road
Here the Sixties come
Mine folks in a trailer park
Maybe gold this time
Naked field across the road
No more gold for now
Mine played out, trailers gone
Better luck next time
Naked field across the road
Happy winter smiles
Ice rink dug for town site kids
Skating twirling times
Naked field across the road
Clothed in powdered snow
Wear a cloak of sparkles bright
Soon the artist comes
Metals old and structure strong
Naked field renewed
Ghosts arise! New treasures found!
Greet the artist come
(After three years, things have worked out and I can begin to think about building my studio). I will have sewer and water and electrical hook-ups in the spring. It will be built next to Isabel in a field which was once an ancient mill site and be surrounded by several acres) I am thrilled about this as having a real art studio has always been my dream. The above was written as I looked over the naked field filled with joy!)





















Comments: 32
Your poem is so well written!
Congratulations - how wonderful to contemplate a big room of your own!