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The snow may never slush upon the hillside
by nine pm the moonlight must appear.
In short, there's simply not a more congenial spot
for happy ever-aftering than here in "Camelot".

The Sea         "I really don't know why it is that all of us are so committed to the sea, except I think it's because in addition to the fact that the sea changes, and the light changes, and ships change, it's because we all came from the sea. And it is an interesting biological fact that all of us have, in our veins the exact same percentage of salt in our blood that exists in the ocean, and therefore, we have salt in our blood, in our sweat, in our tears. We are tied to the ocean. And when we go back to the sea--whether it is to sail or to watch it--we are going back from whence we came."---President John Fitzgerald Kennedy 1962

Martha's Vineyard by Peggy Meeks-King I will use the artist type canvas ultra- smooth, portrait grade,titanium primed, only the best will do for a portrait of you, your eyes so very blue. Rose and Mauve and Maples yellow hue, some white too, pretty as the colours of Martha's vineyard. In the art store I found almost all that I would need to do the protrait of you, only courage was missing where might I buy that colour or find that colour? There amoung the artist's watercolor was a handsome man in a black T-shirt one side of his shirt- said Beethoven, one side read - Immortal Beloved. We began to talk I said what is your passion music or art? He said back kindly, both I guess, then he said I paint and write and play the piano and the clarinet. I thought for a while and said, which do you like the best the Piano or the clarinet. He said, I can not say, I love them both in very different ways. But art is a divine lust deep within my heart, so of them all I guess I love art the best he said with a creative smile. I told him yes, I know you must capture the canvas as if it is your only disire, a part of your own soul. We said our good-byes, I knew I might never see him again he had that kind of J.F.K. Jr. grin. As I looked about the paintbrushes, I dropped a bucket of like one million brushes they fell like stars to the art store floor. Two little girls about nine or ten, on the other side of the glass table started to pick them up with the help of my daugther for some reason I did not care, I had a mission and could not stop, I felt this deep down within my heart. Once out the doors I wondered why I was so driven as not to help them collect the paintbrushes. I did feel kind of bad for the space of a thought or two. So back to my art of the day, the one I do in the heat of July, makes me think back to the art of John F. Kennedy, that hung in my grandmother's bedroom- of him in the oval office as her favorite president, there near a flag of red, white and blue and of November tears. Things and times of long ago how they sometimes tarry in my soul,in my heart, but fade they do like the flowers of a vineyard out near the sea. Whitney as I paint you, I wonder what you really see in eyes so universal blue Copyright Peggy King 1999