Last week at Art Class I was drawing a poppy and other bits. One of the members of the group was trying to remember the poem about poppies she had learned at school.
With the clues given I managed to establish it was from Tam O Shanter by Robert Burns.
So I then decided to do another Poppy in my favourite media, pen and watercolour. With the quotation from the poem.
I then sat and read a few more of Mr Burns' poems and really got excited.
"Wee, sleekit, cow'rin, tim'rous beastie'
O, what a panic's in they breastie." To a Mouse. Robert Burns.
So I started a mouse.
Also on the drawing board, is a tawny owl.
"Sad bird of night, what sorrows call the forth,
To vent thy plaints thus in the midnight hour." To the Owl, Robert Burns.
And there's more.
To a Mountain Daisy.
Sonnet on hearing a Thrush.
On scaring some water fowl.
A red, red rose.
Address to the Woodlark.
Oh Bonny was yon Rosy Brier.
I am so excited....
My sister in law took this photograph. And has given me permission to try and paint it.
So far I have drawn it and I think I have got it right!
I had to be dragged out of the shed/summerhoose/drinkingden/opera theatre to eat me tea.
Inspired I am.