Well, the leftovers are gone and after a week of family visits and much festivating I hope to have the play-doh fun factory, uh, art studio back up and running at full steam. It's hard to paint with relatives looking over your shoulder. After a while and especially after painting outdoors in public you do become a bit annealed to any effect Looky Lous might have on you but lately I've been more intent on sequestering myself in the hidden underground bunker that is my shop. So, I just had to shake off the piercing stares, keep my eyes on the road and play the man.
Turkey is a favorite food...the birds are interesting too, some of the most stupid critters in all creation. If you've ever raised 'em you know what I mean. As dumb as they are they provide some of the best table fare and for that I offer the following ode.
Thanksgiving Turkey
And you feel the heartbeat thumping
Then a quiet whisper whispers
A red bird starts to sing
When the fish are just not biting
And the June bugs cease to crawl
On the screen at evening
The porch light says it all
Early dusk late sunrise
Crisp the windy blow
A warming light at evening
Warm the hearth and glow
How they come so happy
Shake the white off boots and brow
Yonder turkey gobbled
Now he lays the table low
He heard the footsteps coming
He heard the cardinal song
He laid his crown on yonder block
He roasted all day long
