Bluegrass
Intaglio print in an edition of 40
Will be available on this site, soon.

I sing a song about Irpin the mouse

A brave boy who traversed afar

His mama said, "pack up, we have to leave"

His grandpa needed his help

Courage comes the moment it's needed

If faith is properly placed

The steps it takes

To make an escape

Are the measure of a mouse

Whose heart beats like a drum

To the pounding of his own footsteps, lightly tread

Freedom is the reward of a song sung hard

along the path toward the promised land.