Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Don't you love Bread and Butter

I hope you don't mind my writing like this but I love all the summer days,
pale-green bushes meet over head;
we sit among them, and they love us back.

I love
my freedom,
and truth
and taste delights,
Don't you love Bread and Butter with your Search after Happiness?

I love the River
trees in a shady place,
the sun and
August Poems

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The OED word of the day is 'love' - 12 pages of citations to comb through. For those of you with dogs, I can tell you that "Love me, love my dog" dates back almost a millenium to 1153 and a sermon of -- I kid you not -- St. Bernard. It was in Latin, of course, and I'm thinking you might want to print up a t-shirt for the dog park, so here you go: qui me amat, amat et canem meum


Sadami said...

Dear Susan,
Lovely painting!! Your deep thoughts impress me, even though very good sense of humour! Human nature is still the same as before and in the future.

alkiart said...

Thanks, Sadami. I could probably have gotten 100 different poems out of the OED entry for love!

annbass said...

Ha! Those dang dog lovers...

How'd you get those very delicate grasses and reeds?

alkiart said...

Just my Dan Smith rigger!