I find I compare myself more often
To those large, isolated trees in a field.
On the backside of prime.
Roots and limbs remembering strength,
But slowly losing that which is remembered.
Trunk still filling out.
Standing, with all the strength I have.
Weakness, unseen
Slowly eating away at my being.
Looking as if I will stand forever.
Branches, as arms outstretched
Offering shelter to all who wish it.
Activity all around me
But standing alone,
Bracing against the elements.
Stubbornness and pride
Strengthen my stand.
Inevitably, as with all;
Time overcomes
And as a stump remains behind,
All that will be left
Are memories;
Of the tree.

Dan Gray
2005

Come and see the art I hang.
On walls by windows and doors.
If you give me just a few more years
I’ll include the ceiling and floors.
I look at things through different eyes
Then I look out through my heart.
Inspiration will soon take hold
It’s then I get to start.
I choose the media that will be used
From paints and inks and thread.
To give the texture I can see
As it takes shape within my head.
I like do what I think is right
To express as best I can
The visions forming in my mind
Not another’s master plan.
The first may not be one you like
Or the second in some small way.
But take the time and look up close
Find what’s right today.
So take home some of what you like
Hang it by your windows and doors.
For future work who will know
It may be your ceiling and floors.

Dan Gray
2006

Colours of life, living and love
Stood upon the Markers of the past
For the memories of those not recovered
Shown that they will never be forgotten
As when the love is revealed in display
They will always be amongst us
Even though they are always in our minds
We take this day to show the world
We are still a family
Proud of our past
Taking it into our future
Not totally gone
And not forgotten

Dan Gray
2003