Approved was my skill
But could be taken no further
Gave me a ticket
Only for the worthier
Directions I was given
To follow a path I knew
Leading to a place
Known by very few
Our introduction muted words
Beauty and kindness did the speaking
Like Nature's universe within and without
Eternally searching, expanding, seeing
Nature was the light
Canvas was the bed
Embrace it all
One was the other to wed
Forms began to change
Words were being spoken
He was the universe
I had awoken
He's reflected on the moon
I see him in every prism
Knowing he can never be captured
He taught me romanticism
About the Creator
Remembering the rink
If you were there, you’ll never forget it. For decades, Durham Ice Rink was at the heart of the city’s social life. From Friday night ice discos to crowds roaring on the Wasps every Sunday, not to mention a proud history of figure skating and speed skating, the riverside rink was the place to be.
By Andy Potts5 days ago in Art
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