Movement
I’m on the move again.
To the mountains.
And the coast.
By the bog.
And the heather.
Among the sheep.
And the clouds.
With the views.
Of the fields.
And the sea.
And the islands.
And the beaches.
From the fuchsia.
And the stone walls.
And the grasses.
I’m on the move again.
To a cottage.
In Ireland.
With my carboard boxes.
And my dog.
It’s not here:
(Note: This painting is not for sale, at least until I’m poorer)
Update: I’ve moved HERE
Blogging may be light.
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