Saturday, March 6, 2021

The Ship

This ship was painted on a picket fence. We passed it so fast that I only got a few shots. It was BIG and LONG, so would not all fit into one shot. So all these photos are from the same mural.

My Ship

My ship has sails that are made of silk
The decks are trimmed with gold
And of jam and spice
There's a paradise
In the hold

My ship's aglow with a million pearls
And rubies fill each bin
The sun sits high
In a sapphire sky
When my ship comes in

I can wait the years
Till it appears
One fine day one spring
But the pearls and such
They won't mean much
If there's missing just one thing

I do not care if that day arrives
That dream need never be
If the ship I sing
Doesn't also bring
My own true love to me
If the ship I sing
Doesn't also bring
My own true love to me


Kurt Weill


MadSnapper said...

The poem set the m u r a l. I bet it's really nice driving along singing along fence like that. Bob looked at me like he thought I was crazy and said what are you talking about when I said I wish I could paint I would paint flowers all over our new fence and he thought I was crazy

Hootin' Anni said...

Wow, Ginny, this is terrific!!

Rose said...

Wow..I would love to see the whole is wonderful...and the poem.

Martha said...

What a perfect poem and the painting is very cool. I would love to see it in person!

George said...

That's quite a picket fence!

Chatty Crone said...

I would love to come to your city it looks so unique and colorful. Sandra's too.

Beside a babbling brook... said...

Pretty mural!!!

You have lots of murals, painted, in your area. And this one, is a bright spot, for people to notice, along the way. -smile-

To answer your question: Yes, the flower in my Header (now) is a peony. But no, it isn't mine. I get such pictures, from the Net.

And right underneath the Header, I put a Gadget... With a tiny size of my Header pic. And the Gadget says "Click the pic, to see the Source."


Jeanette said...

That is a pretty mural! I used to drive past one when I worked that was at least a block long! All sorts of flowers! I should have taken a picture of it!

The Feminine Energy said...

Oh how pretty..... I think (?). I'm not sure if I'd want to look at that huge thing on a fence next to my house. Would you, Ginny? Oh well. It's still pretty tho. ~Andrea xoxo

Inger said...

What a delightful post!! There must be so many creative folks in your neighborhood. Maybe it's all that loving that makes them want to go outside and decorate in so many fun and creative ways. Virginia is for lovers and artists too, for sure.

photowannabe said...

Neat and the poem is perfect..

Ann Thompson said...

Wow, what a fabulous painting. I love the poem too

jp@A Green Ridge said...

Holy moosepoops! That is a gigantic vessel!!!

Ruth Hiebert said...

That makes a pretty nice addition to the fence.

Mari said...

That is really cool!

CheerfulMonk said...

You did a great job getting the whole mural, and I love the poem.

Buttercup said...

Beautiful mural and one of my favorite songs. It's not one I hear very often, so thanks for jogging my memory.

DeniseinVA said...

It is very pretty!

DeniseinVA said...

Loved the poem!

Margaret Birding For Pleasure said...

WOW! AN real eye catcher Ginny Have a great week ahead

Great-Granny Grandma said...

Oh, I love this--and the poem as well.

Anne M Robinson said...

Love this! I am a poem person so this was great!

Jenny the Pirate said...

WOW I love that poem. The mural is amazing too and quite ambitious! xoxo

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