MR. BROWN'S FARM -- MY SUMMER MEMORIES

 

He is mixing blue and purple for a portrait 

while gulping coffee

of which water fetched from an old well

 

A figure taking shape on canvas -- me 

Wild strokes my hair

two sparkling dots my eyes

 

A quiet shadow moving on the hillside

Amid the mirror-shine mountain ridge

Not a note from a bird, nor a rooster I heard.

 

Mr. Brown's head tilting, eyes narrowing 

Long brush against his mustache

Grey ashes falling off the dying cigarette

 

 

The silver lake is so near

just there to capture figures of us

Is he painting me, or I'm painting him?

 

夏天我們去了一個sustainable flower farm，Mr. brown 的農莊太天然了沒有電和wifi隻有一個澆花池塘。我們幫他剪花男生還做了一個風車。剪完花我們就到一個大湖去遊泳因為他隻有一個浴室。在農莊兩個星期他給每個女生畫了一張像早晨賣花去的時候帶到農市去賣每張$350。