

When the red came in against the blue it knew that it may not be seen but it held its ground none the less as if a song to sing. Be with me my fine blue feather friend and I will make our color ring to the high heaven beside a yellow.
I stared off in life as an artist butI haven't done any art work in the last few years. Now with the computer I am back in it. What I am trying to do is use words as form and reduse them to an object. To hear me reading some of my poems go to davidepatton.blogspot.com and strow down to the botton of the page and click on the player. At this site click on the art to enlarge