Long ago when I was youngI sat upon my Sisters lapThe sun was yellow, bright and warmI closed my eyes and took a napThe Bridge seemed to go on foreverIt was white, shiny and newA gentle breeze ruffled our hairThe year was nineteen hundred and thirty two
The Bridge is a painting that I did from a one by two inch photograph of my Father and his Sister taken on the Potomac Bridge in 1932.
Long ago when I was young
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The sun was yellow, bright and warm
I closed my eyes and took a nap
The Bridge seemed to go on forever
It was white, shiny and new
A gentle breeze ruffled our hair
The year was nineteen hundred and thirty two
The Bridge is a painting that I did from a one by two inch photograph of my Father and his Sister taken on the Potomac Bridge in 1932.
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