Tuesday, October 11, 2011

CANVAS OF OUR DREAMS


I painted with Vincent beneath the moaning
windmill on the Dutch plain...

We drank wine and feasted on fresh bread
and sweet cheese...

We colored the sky in brilliant blue and
scrolled white clouds across the canvas
of our dreams...

We laughed and spoke of
nights in Paris...

Bobby Jameson Oct 11, 2011

2 comments:

  1. Nicely done, Bobby. Makes me feel as if I had been there, too.

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  2. This is a really fun departure. Nice to see other inspirations strike and get heeded.

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