A Poet’s Visit to Coppervale
Only the eyes of an artist can see
That forsaken paint-chipped walls haven’t outlived their
usefulness,
Aren’t barriers but building blocks
To create a space, a world, to provide a life
It takes the eyes of an artist to see
Forty or fifty or 100-year-old floors can be used for more
Than Sunbeam classes or sermons,
How aging floors can support dreams
Walking, waking dreams of dragons
And superheroes and signals
Only the heart of an artist and
The touch of an artist’s hand
Can rescue delicate, resilient roses and
Replant them and let them grow
Like dreams, in their fertile home soil
Tamara Passey
6/26/2013
Rescued Heritage Roses |
Heritage Roses |
Heritage roses, came across the plains with the pioneers, rescued and replanted |