*Santa Fe* 30" H X 24" W Oil On Canvas
High
The
Thing
About
Santa
Fe
Is
Nothing
There
Is
Everyday.
Somehow,
I step
Back
In
Time
With
Every
Foot
I climb
To
Come
At
Last
To
Merge
Into
The
Past.
Seven
Thousand
Feet
High,
Clouds
And
Holiday
Crowds
Swirl
By,
And
There
Above
It
All,
The
Mountains
Cast
Their
Eternal
Thrall,
Whispering
Come,
Come,
And
Forget
Your
Useless
Regret.
The
Thing
About
Santa
Fe
Is
Nothing
There
Is
Everyday.
Somehow,
I step
Back
In
Time
With
Every
Foot
I climb
To
Come
At
Last
To
Merge
Into
The
Past.
Seven
Thousand
Feet
High,
Clouds
And
Holiday
Crowds
Swirl
By,
And
There
Above
It
All,
The
Mountains
Cast
Their
Eternal
Thrall,
Whispering
Come,
Come,
And
Forget
Your
Useless
Regret.
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