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Remembering Harold Gordon ©

Harold Gordon died on the 9th of March 1996.

W. T. Johnston
Livingston, Scotland
1996

When first a hand turns o'er the wasp waist hour glass
The diabolo of life begins to spin
Who knows how many sand grains are allotted
How many twirls of sticks and twisted string

Dear life, which started with the sand grain
Transmuted first to glass, and melted clear
With alchemy of art he solved the secret
The long sought stone philosophers did speer

The master hand drew ferns, and roadside flowers
The waxwing, and the pretty stickleback
Our ancient families' proud chivalric blazons
The proverbs of our Doric dialect

The copper wheel has turned a final circle
The burin fallen from the maestro's hand
No more we live in times when he is with us
And used his art to decorate our land


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