I pulled it old right from the kiln.
So hot I could barely hold it
But it told a tale of ancient places it had been.
So hot I could barely hold it
But it told a tale of ancient places it had been.
Of 16th century years, of tavern beers
Held in rounded shapes, peasants draped in capes
Landscapes of Renaissance paintings.
Held in rounded shapes, peasants draped in capes
Landscapes of Renaissance paintings.
Glazed like later years rolled ‘round and Albany brown
Dug straight from the ground the sound
Of barges down the Erie Canal
Dug straight from the ground the sound
Of barges down the Erie Canal
Low bridge! Everybody
down!
This mug, brand new
But with a soul so old
It couldn’t have come from my hand.
Maybe it came from my dreams.
It couldn’t have come from my hand.
Maybe it came from my dreams.
Very nice, words and pottery!
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