Thursday, November 24, 2011

Glimmer on Glass

                                           Gerald Gee



Painted on glass, which makes reflections,
This scene shimmers in all directions.
The way the water is reflective
Makes this painting so effective.
Sadly, Gerald Gee has died.
His family views his work with pride.
As for me I'll always treasure
His paintings. They gave me such pleasure.
Here's another of Gerald Gee's
Lovely visual symphonies!
The sky is wild, the water still;
It isn't raining but we know it will
Soon be drenching from that black sky
Which hovers, threatening, up on high.
The calm before the storm! That sun
Will disappear till the storm is done.
But, for a moment, it flickers, white,
Before the dark snuffs out its light.
As for people.... the lamps are lit;
Round dinner tables they meet and sit.
Knowing that soon they will hear a 'Crack!'
And all the world will be wet and black.
Painted on glass, which makes reflections,
This scene shimmers in all directions.


A charming portrait; a charming face; such feminine perfection!
A dear sweet child of former days, from a miniature collection.
But no, this is no dainty doll, dressed up in frills and lace!
Look at the firmness of the chin and see an heroic face!
Eliza Pinckney, though so young, appears to know her fate;
That she will be a heroine and even save a State!
Born in the West Indies in seventeen-twenty-two,
And educated in Britain, when girls' chances were few,
She moved to Carolina, with all her family,
Where her father owned plantations, and his future seemed to be.
Sadly, her mother died quite soon and her father had to leave,
Being recalled to Antigua, and she was left to grieve.
At the tender age of sixteen, Eliza was left in charge
Of three plantations, siblings, slaves! Her burden was so large!
Remember she was just a child, and a female one at that!
What a responsibility that girl was looking at!
But  Eliza did not wring her hands and ask the sky 'Why me?'
She simply did the best she could to fulfill her destiny.
She rose at five, attending to the work she had to do;
She taught her siblings how to read, and her slaves were tutored too!
She read her books on botany, a constant fascination,
And even took music lessons as a form of relaxation.
Rice had been the main crop on nearly every farm,
But now the rice was failing, causing worry and alarm.
The Carolina farmers simply could not contemplate
A decline in all their fortunes, a decline in their great state.
Considering another crop, she thought of indigo,
Carolina was like Italy, where it was known to grow.
Indigo was a useful dye in the burgeoning textile trade,
So at seventeen she sent for seeds and all her plans were laid.
In spite of several set-backs, she firmly stood her ground,
And her indigo soon flourished and was famous all around.
She encouraged local farmers to plant more indigo,
And the state of Carolina went on to grow and grow.
And when she died at seventy-one her legacy lived on.
Her contribution to her state was great though she had gone.
Indeed, George Washington himself was pall-bearer when she died,
For she was a doughty heroine and Carolina's pride.

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