Socca's Farm

Socca's Farm belonged to my father. There were only pine trees planted there. When they were cut for lumber, great care was taken - for every acre that was felled seven mature trees were left to reseed the land.

Socca's Farm

  Socca's Farm

Tall, topped, long and lean
Brown bodied with hair of green
Marching row on row
Double time to destiny.
Willing past their brothers
Death by death.
To become at last
One of the seven
Left to populate the earth

Socca's Farm, 1979. Felt on paper, 8" x 11"

White Herons


White herons
In tall grass
Lost, found,
Lost and found,
Grey, white,
Green and brown,
Lost herons
in tall grass.

White Herons, 1976 pen & ink on paper, 8" x 11"

Pale Pink Pinnacles


Pale pink pinnacles
Floating purple skies
One long dark root attaching
A light revolves,
New magic
New music
New earth

Pale Pink Pinnacles, 1976 Tempra and Ink on Paper, 8" x 11"

 I wrote "The Fig Tree" in Tignet, France in 1961. Lyle's father-in-law lived at Tignet where he had a most magnificent estate that dated back to the Roman times. There were walls, hills and gardens that were planted all of the way down - terrace after terrace. Olive trees grew on one side and vineyards on the other. All of the table wines were made on the estate. They also grew the most marvelous artichokes. The European ones are not at all like ours - you don't pull out the petals, but just eat them as they grow and they are delicious. There were many beautiful orchards in Tignet and all types of fruit trees grew there.

The Fig Tree


Full - flowered with fruit
Hands out to the sky
Green, gracious and giving
Touching the earth
And reaching the sky

The Fig Tree, 1961 Pen & ink on paper, 8" x 11"

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