(Almost) Due West: art (sort of)

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Thursday, November 17, 2011

Right Brain.

Mrs. Peacock.

First ever handmade Piñata--made in art ed.

In the dinning room.

With the butter knife.

More of life should be spent being creative.

Definitely.

Amen.

Art Ed.

Everyone should be allowed to take an art ed. class at some time in their life.

Heck, everyone should be allowed to take art whenever they want to.

Especially the little ones.

Let me say it one more time; especially the little ones.

WYOMING

The world started to run
With the turning of the sun.
Cities rose from towns
And quiet turned to sound.
That place stayed the same;
That’s Wyoming.

So, the legends say
That explorers tried to explain-
But the beauty that they found
Was too much to write down.
So, in fiction,
They believed to be Wyoming.

Where the clearest sunny days
Quickly turn to rain
But we don’t mind,
Because all of the sweetest smells remains.

I know Adam’s never seen such a scene
(In neither Eden or his dream).
Even Eve would stop to stare
At God’s most perfect square.
That’s one thing I believe;
He made Wyoming.

Where the clearest sunny days
Quickly turn to rain
But we don’t mind,
Because all of the sweetest smells remains.

All the years hang on the wind
Above this last good plot of land.
I hear it echo in the trees.
I hear its whisper on my knees.
Even Dust can be a king
In Wyoming.

Yes, even Dust can be a King,
In Wyoming.

Lyrics by TYLER STENSON