Caretaker at the Creek
48x36”
Acrylic on Canvas
2023
Available
He sat among the flowers and faeries
After a day of talking to trees
From darkness, he learned to see beauty
and is now a source of peace.
Energy grows in his bones
and a sound comes from his bow.
He draws it back
In time, on track
Like breathing, he plays in flow.
He plays his tunes that echo through the hollers
and the hollers always sing back.
The mist shines gold in the setting sun
Mountain’s glow can’t be matched
Though the creature was created through violence
The war has long been over
So now he wants to walk the mountains,
protecting the trees and waters.
You’ll hear him in these ancient hills
in the crickets and the frogs
you’ll hear it come from cracks in rocks
and under fallen logs.
The faeries dance in the day’s last light
and he plays his last little tune
the trees start to shine
like the stars in the sky
under the rising moon.
Painted from a view of Camp Creek State Park in southern West Virginia after a week of rain.
