CHILDHOOD LIVES ON: 1. Through the mist of Time; 2. Angling - Sport in Silence; 3. Waterfalls in My Childhood

CHILDHOOD LIVES ON

"Life is the childhood of our immortality."

- Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Paintings and verses by Dr Abe V Rotor 

1. Through the Mist of Time 

The childhood in us throbs, throbs with the sweet music of time. 

Through the mist of time in acrylic AV Rotor

 

Through the mist we see children

Years back with many years lost;

Yet much is gained in memory

That holds stories untold.

Who is fishing there? Ahoy!

Only the tingling chime answers;

The childhood in us throbs, throbs

With the sweet music of time. ~

2. Angling - Sport in Silence

Fishing, painting in oil by AVRotor 

Silence the test of nerve and steel,

as calm combs the water;

beneath stealth the fish, be still,

and wish the rod to quiver.

When hours are long and hard to bear

and heaven dull and gray;

dreams long delayed are in slumber,

go fishing the whole day.

For no sport more than fishing  brings  

freedom from cares and worries;

 tolls the bell for thee or joy it rings,

fishing in silence and peace. ~

Lesson on former Paaralang Bayan sa Himpapawid (People's School-on-Air) with Miss Grace Velasco 738 DZRB AM Band, 8 to 9 evening class Monday to Friday

3. Waterfalls in My Childhood

Painting by Dr Abe V Rotor

On display at the Living with Nature Center

San Vicente, Ilocos Sur

"I have returned in old age and stood

before my waterfalls to pay homage

with paintbrush and canvas.  Behold!

I painted a scene gentle with age. "

Waterfalls in My Childhood, in acrylic AV Rotor 2026

Waterfalls are nature's living fortress,

their massive walls rise to the sky, 

symbol of strength and daring, and I,

I grew up a disciple as time went by.

Down their cascading waters I rode,

along the river that meets the sea,

to a world strange, unknown, and I,

I looked back, in spite of being free. 

Time and place combine into fate,

into a life travelled but once only, 

a world incognito, infinitum, and I, 

I crossed my Rubicon, a long story.

I have returned in old age and stood

before my waterfalls to pay homage

with paintbrush and canvas. Behold!

I painted a scene gentle with age. ~

“You don’t have the power to make rainbows or waterfalls, sunsets or roses, but you do have the power to bless people by your words and smiles. You carry within you the power to make the world better.” - Sharon G. Larsen