Friday, March 29, 2013

Hidden Valley

Hidden Valley
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. ~

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