Sweet Memories of Childhood with Nature
in 4 Paintings with Verses
"Oh, how we love the fields like farmers do,But not our classmates in school though;And Nature more than our teachers knowWhat the sun and rain in childhood sow." - avr
Paintings and Verses by Dr Abe V Rotor
Bring Home the Waterfalls
Art Workshop for Children before a wall mural by the author in his family
residence (Living with Nature Center) in San Vicente Ilocos Sur, 2017.
Bring home the waterfallsto make it cool and green,and grow ferns and mosseson the wall like screen.
To deaden the roar of carswith sweet hissing sound,break away the stillnesswhere its water is bound.
Shower the scorched earthbut make the summer longerfor the kids to play arounduntil the season is over.
Lend beauty to the arts,in painting, verse and song,in solace and meditationfrom the maddening throng. ~
Children Fishing after a Heavy Rain
Painted from childhood memory by AVRotor, acrylic on canvas, 2002
Oh, how we love the fields like farmers do,But not our classmates in school though;And Nature more than our teachers knowWhat the sun and rain in childhood sow.Wish by the Sea
Details of Mural by AVRotor 2008
Wish the dawn comes early,the tides kind and low,the bay calm and creaseless,and time moves slow.
Wish the wind to build upto a frightful rage,the waves lap the shoreto test courage.
Wish the picnic in another timeand let the plans be gone;too mean, or too naïve, the sea,it waits for no one.
Wish whichever mood the sea,lovers are blinded by ire,ease and danger, in a dramaclose to water and fire. ~
Childhood Memories
Autumn in summer
Ambiance of Autumn in summer in the Philippines
in acrylic by the author c 2002
Childhood is when nobody missesThe morning before the sun rises,Before the herons stake for fish,And finches chirp in the trees.
War is fought with kites and fishing poles,In hide-and-seek and barefoot races;Faith grows with seasons the sky extols,Virtues all that friendship embraces.
Summer is short, rainy days are long,All these are but passing imagery,For the young can’t wait, yet all alongThe years, remains a lasting memory. ~
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