Paul Scarborough
b. 1944 - d. 2014
I become very
aware of
how
fortunate I am
To
have time - to really have time
Time
to enjoy the woods
that surround me
I
walk looking down at the
shadows
of the sapling trees
As
they fall in front of me
in
irregular patterns.
Suddenly
this quiet is broken by
the
squawk of a cock pheasant
The
call of the free flying crow
This
feeling can only
be related to others
through
my painting -
Alone
here I can only say
how
fortunate I am
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