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's 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
- We had an optional prompt but I am in the hospital as a patient so time did not allow me to write a new poem for here. I hope you like this rather new one instead.
- 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.
- I am also am linked with Rommy at "Friday Writings" 199 at https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/?m=1
- The bottom Grove photo is the actual Grove as it looked for our visit in 2006.
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posted by Jim @ 10/15/2025 04:29:00 PM
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