First acrylic abstract landscape

hmm.

Nearly midnight

Last evening of the year
I'll stay awake if you will
and if you fall asleep
I'll stay up anyway

Someone has to open the doors
sweep the old year out
let the new year in
when it dances up the hill to the old music

Auld Lang Syne sung
to the tune of pots and pans
(yes they still do that here)

In counterpoint to the pops and echoes of
bottle rockets and volcano fountains
set off by the former fire chief

Drought

surely there is more to say about-------
surely there is something I could-------
how can I sing when the river can't-------

but then
because the river
I must