My Paintings

Autumn Fires

In the other gardens
And all up the vale,
From the autumn bonfires
See the smoke trail!

Pleasant summer over
And all the summer flowers,
The red fire blazes,
The grey smoke towers.

Sing a song of seasons!
Something bright in all!
Flowers in the summer,
Fires in the fall!

Author Robert Louis Stevenson

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Poems

Indian Children

Where we walk to school each day
Indian children used to play-
All about our native land,
Where the shops and houses stand.


And the trees were very tall,
And there were no streets at all,
Not a church and not a steeple-
Only woods and Indian people.


Only wigwams on the ground,
And at night bears prowling round-
What a different place today
Where we live and work and play!

by Annette Wynne

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