arrival of spring
David hockney
arise of the spring a birds nest hear sing
lost a friend life of thee tear a sad farewell
old tree bare a stump rest upon i thee sleep
state of my mind paint trunk like a old evil shrine
spring in wold gate wood lost soldiers where stood
begin a day for me to say camera man on his way
in my buzz of life my age of years music to my ears!
black and grey landscape hard work all but done
paint in acrylic of green trees blue sky yellow two
good as the weather hard to draw it all together
late in life my art as to say best is yet alone to come
epic of portrait’s can of soup on Andy Warhol factory door
diary of mine painting and drawing all of the time
a Yorkshire lad Bradford born a flowers we knew
paint no saint swimming pool god we love to hate
Mr Clark invited us for a drink housewife and Percy we adore
energy of the sun brings the fields such bright of life
rich of the light of landscape to texture of the foliage
leaves awash with the colours upon i stare so rare
reflect upon David hockney road to York i bore thee no more
alive today the morality of life and attitude of time
we have all different paths and that's what we ado
beauty is in the eye of the beholder David art is you
sit in my blue purple chair in my studio Hollywood lair
playing cards by the stairs Picasso blue make my life so true
abstract art to modern Tate that's all a blank canvas takes
kind hearts and coronets by as i leave with life of no regrets
New work in yorkshire
in 1911?
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