We live strong as one
And continue building
Our lives together
Our lives together
Sharing and caring
Strongly for each other
Until the very end.
Painting the cave he had found when he first arrived created numerous sketches, but he couldn’t make up his mind. He had a lot of different ideas including using his horse as a model in the role as a stolen horse coming out. The lore around this cave is that people hid stolen horses in it at one time, but he never found any written information. The area was beautiful with giant cliffs of limestone rising on both sides. The streams and rivers had eroded out giant slabs of limestone in various areas, and one of the larger underground mines was nearby. These oceans of grasses had once been mighty oceans of water forming these lovely reefs and caverns.
What a wonderful area to explore near all the streams and river. He found many areas for the miniatures he enjoyed painting, they always sold the best. The tiny landscapes reminded him of the fairy tales he still enjoyed reading. He often looked for fairies peeking from under flowers and shrubs. When he sat at the stream he listened for the song of wood nymphs. He often felt that the water had some power to it that could tell you a story, a story perhaps about life.
He met a lady at church who had a stable near where he had been working and wanted to use her mules to get him over the rocky hillsides. He had found some wonderful perspectives in this area and always wanted to be pointed in a new direction. Another family had him over for supper one evening and had a wealth of folklore and local history to share. There were many different kinds of riches to be found on this wonderful prairie. He eagerly absorbed all that he could, and became a rather pronounced authoritarian of local history. He spent a special moment out on this lovely land almost every day absorbing the spirit the land offered to him. His soul would often soar on those gentle prairie breezes, and into the stars, as he found new ideas to paint.
And into the stars his soul would roar
Past then now and beyond all time
And return to enter into her heart
And his love of the beauty she made.