Oil, measures 10" x 20"
"I have a little secret,I probably shouldn’t tell.
This thing I know,I know it very well.
When the moon shines on the sea
placid feeling washes over me.
Stars shine, a song bird sings.
Oh the visitors the high tide brings.
They’ll not tarry long.
Time only for a final song.
Only my ears hear the tune.
See them now, they’ll be gone soon.
Every-time they comethey are just as sure to go.
The final act in a dead-man's show.
From the grave they come, true come for me?come for you?
They are here they are there.
I reckon they’re ‘bout everywhere.
I fear I fret not
they don’t want what I have got.
The secret I can keep no more?
They’re coming for you and
They’re at your door!"