MICHAEL ATTEWELL

A scented breeze gently stirs the trees on the mystic, blissful isle.

Sea birds' cries echo the sighs of the love-lorn left on shore.

Soft hints of Watteau or Monet here, but the truth will make you smile -

There's a rattle of the tackle in the parkies' constant battle with the hooligans in Saltwell Park,

And the squawks and the hoots of the geese that are spooked as the boats are chained up before it's dark.

(This work is included as a tribute to my father, and is quite apt because none of the above paintings are of landscape.)