Distant Music on a Warm Spring Evening
February - March 1995 - Oil on acrylic
on canvas- 20 by 30 inches
$480.00
There are walls which cannot be climbed
There are gates through which we cannot go
There are friends we dare no longer see
And art erased by the lawns of man.
There are also old stone courtyards
Where history holds her troubled watch
Where among sleepy birds a radio plays
A modern tune of ageless warmth.
Below the hill the children play
Drinking beer and wishing love
The echoes of their music
Give the old another day.