Dr Abe V Rotor
Hidden Valley in acrylic, AVR 2011
Let time stand still in these lovely huts
by the gentle streams and rivulets;
let the breeze comb the green slopes,
and sing with the hills and rocky cliffs;
The birds fly over the meandering brook
and come to rest from across the bay;
let the wild call the language of the free,
and signal the coming of night and day.
Here Beethoven composed a lovely song ,
and Schumann added a poetic flare;
rustic would be Amorsolo’s version
of this hidden valley fair.
Here by the pond Henry Thoreau
wrote a treatise, Man and Nature;
here Schumacher praised the small,
"Small," he said, "is Beautiful."
Here is respite, here is retreat,
where the sky and hills ever meet;
here’s life far, far from the busy lane,
a resort for tired souls and feet.
If life has not been lived well enough
and freedom like a genie chained;
take it from Milton in his blindness,
he saw a Paradise regained.
And here as in our ancestor’s time
lies an Eden, lofty yet sublime,
where there is no need of calendar
to mark the passing of time. ~