Van Gogh's Grove

 

Van Gogh's Busy Grove 

Asleep in Van Gogh's calm retreat 

I was awakened by a course 

and whisky pitted noise from tongue 

'Twas making song recognized not 

Children dancing to the burly 

I wouldn't call it a dance song 

A bed of fallen grapes beneath 

Beneath it all their blanket spread 

The grapes and rotted fallen leaves 

Old newspapers soaked with brown mud 

Tripping the children right and left 

They blend with the leaves, mud, and goo 

Up on the hill it was Van Gogh 

Source of the music's horrid songs 

Smiling as he played, children laughed

Dancing up the hill, song unknown 

Gogh joined their fun, kid'song picked up 

They didn't know he was famous 

Then not the muddy kids painted

Easy, their mothers did complain 

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 - Photos and Poem Copyright Jimmiehov 2025, All Rights Reserved 

 - I am linked with Sumana Roy at "What's Going on" at  https://newwhatsgoingon.blogspot.com/?m=1 who wanted us to showuse an artwork of your choice for your inspiration. 

 - The bottom Grove photo is the actual Grove as it looked for our visit in 2006. 

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