Applications.. words from nations.. blow the loudest horn.. of needs for breeds unheard of.. species is species born..
Jorry traveled every morning.. sometimes on the run.. loving for the wonder skies.. loves it all in fun..
Blues song full true a story told of love before.. the market fell on kindness.. politics became a bore..
Nonsense built a fence between one and what they need.. feeling inside from the heart.. a mind to nurture.. feed..
Shame should not be felt when infant genius draws it square.. love respect your life game.. be glad the child is there..
Dreams touch your feeling artist.. this much I will share.. the roads you walk.. your work.. your talk.. for what and how you care..
Knowledge from the college good to keep around.. run it through your mind.. they sell opinion by the pound..
Sunrise comes in glory.. has no measure or no clock.. just a pretty story.. colors.. clouds.. a song that rocks..
Jorry bathed away news.. opinions by the score.. walked dream street.. learning.. ’till he could learn no more..
A work of art is waiting.. where artist works go.. The door appears.. he does not fear.. art passion finds the flow..
Headed toward Fine Art St… where other artists show.. the finished masterpiece created ‘Up on Rainbow Row’..
Thought for this day.. ‘When about ten years old I saw a child book.. it was about two little children and a dog.. they loved the dog as children will.. one passage stayed all this time.. ‘Jimmy would take three steps and pet the puppy.. then he would take three steps and tell him he was good.. three more steps brought play promise.. love was understood’.. Peace Tony