Sunday, September 18, 2011

The Bridge


  1. Long ago when I was young
    I sat upon my Sisters lap
    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

  2. 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.