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“No idle gold — since this fine sun, my friend,
Is no mean miser, but doth freely spend.
No prescious stones — since these green mornings show,
Without a charge, their pearls where’er I go.
No lifeless books — since birds with their sweet tongues
Will read aloud to me their happier songs.
“No painted scenes — since clouds can change their skies
A hundred times a day to please my eyes.
No headstrong wine — since, when I drink, the spring
Into my eager ears will softly sing.
No surplus clothes — since every simple beast
Can teach me to be happy with the least.”
-William Henry Davies
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Photo by Myra Lambino, Griffith Park Observatory, Los Angeles, California
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(using your best Perry Como/ Matt Monro voice)
Aa…nyone
who sees her….
sooooon forgets
the Mow-na Liiisa.
Itt.would-take.
i-know…..
a Michael….angelowww
and he would need….
the glow of dawn…
that paints the sky above
to try in vain….
a portrait…
of my looo…ve…
Photo by Myra Lambino. Palm Springs Children’s Museum, California
Part of artwork by Z
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Weekly Photo Challenge:
An Unusual (POV) Point of View
tilted
twisted
tested
a tilted shot
a perspective on stilts
Photo by Myra Lambino, a shot tipped 15 degrees from Barnsdale Park, Los Angeles, California
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