Happy Childhood in the Country
“Joyful moments of childhood are most precious, ephemeral yet eternal. The child in each one of us lives on to the golden years of life.” avr
Painting and Poem by Dr Abe V Rotor
Happy Childhood in the Country, acrylic on canvas (58” x 33”)
AVRotor 2019
Take me back to the country far away from the city,
where sound is music, nature's canvas the landscape,
where the mountains, meadows and rivers are green;
where there are no walls, roofs, and bars to escape.
Take me back to the country far away from the crowd,
where I'm not just a part, where I am myself again;
where there is no high rise, where the cottage reigns,
where home is nature as I open the window pane.
Take me back to the country far away from forgetting,
the cheerful child in me many, many years back;
flying kites at harvest time, fishing in the summer,
where school is far, yet learning is not what I lack.
Take me back to the country far away from the town,
where cars can't follow, where affluence has no place;
where commerce is simple, where wealth is not gold,
where living is not a show, where every meal a grace.
Take me back to the country far away from the race,
where I can compete best with myself, not with others;
where I can learn more the ways of nature, not of men;
where civilization begins once more at its borders. ~
Take me back to the country far away from the city,
where sound is music, nature's canvas the landscape,
where the mountains, meadows and rivers are green;
where there are no walls, roofs, and bars to escape.
Take me back to the country far away from the crowd,
where I'm not just a part, where I am myself again;
where there is no high rise, where the cottage reigns,
where home is nature as I open the window pane.
Take me back to the country far away from forgetting,
the cheerful child in me many, many years back;
flying kites at harvest time, fishing in the summer,
where school is far, yet learning is not what I lack.
Take me back to the country far away from the town,
where cars can't follow, where affluence has no place;
where commerce is simple, where wealth is not gold,
where living is not a show, where every meal a grace.
Take me back to the country far away from the race,
where I can compete best with myself, not with others;
where I can learn more the ways of nature, not of men;
where civilization begins once more at its borders. ~
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