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Rustling Grass…

Summer as it was…Day 3 Rustling Grass, 6″ x 6″, Oil Painting Years ago, I found a poem. I inscribed it onto clay with some pressed Timothy grass. Every time I see wind sweeping across a field of grass, I think of that poem.  I will let the poem speak for itself! The Rustling of Grass, Alfred Noyes, 1920 I cannot tell why, But the rustling of grass, As the summer winds pass Through the field where I lie, Bring to life a lost day, Long ago, far away, When… Read more Rustling Grass…