Inspired by your painting "Old Bridge Cricket wood"
The Cricket Bridge
How many crossed this cricked bridge
Minds opened, flowing, caressed by nature
Deep in thought yet alert to witness
Each step a building bloc of stature
Even now as natures fallen weakens
We recall as if just recent past
And day by day our time it quickens
Until recap will be our last!
Yet more will come and will ponder
New minds to feast on sights of Spring
Revisit paths a long time trodden
And hear again the songbirds sing!
by Finbarr Harkin
There's always nice suprises around the corner when you least expect them. We wonder about facebook at times. Finbarr saw my work and liked it and then sent me this fabulous poem based on this painting. A great honour.