had time to do some quick sketching and I added
color to mine back at the hotel. Probably the first scenic
I have ever done that I can recall..but those
patchwork fields demanded it of me and
the poem also begged me to write
it all down--what is happening each
day I am way over there in Ireland.
Before I return home I plan to show
you the poem which I can not think of nor read
without it getting to me...
and so I sat on the ancient stone bench
and started to feel the words..