


Hot sand clings to my face A scorching wind blows unceasingly As dry as this forgotten land Dusty…
I hold a vision, from here to there Where I can see, things of memory The path lays…
searching for dirt paths just past the pavements bend to wash my soul clean ~Mark Schutter ©2015
The following is a poem I wrote recently regarding a training event and then I added the lines…
Begun using acrylics again for the first time in years and the above horse design is my first…