Jake, Sydney, Dehlia, Ben and Taylor Set Up a Lemonade Stand to Help Support Windham Arts Alliance During Art Fest
New Members & New Ideas Welcomed. Membership only $10. Contact us at www.windhamartsalliance.org or PO Box 55 Windham NY 12496
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AUTUMN II [9/12] by David Peskin
The green hills will soon brown
Summer's bounty giving way to rusting dormancy.
But, first, a flamboyant burst of exquisite ecstasy .
The dying season brings a celebration to show,
That Nature will not go quietly,
Nor be forgotten through hushed extinction.
First a reddening of sumacs
A single leaf, color flamed, then a-riot.
Oaks and maples,
Quickening with a panoply of orange and yellow brightness
Dazzle the eye in glorious array.
When the color pales, Nature's cleaners send leaves fluting earthward,
Trying to sustain flight
Before returning home.
At last, quiet reigns.
All have funneled into protected coves.
Trees, corners, overhanging bush
Clutch them to their wombs
Then, ochred sienna rules,
The rust richness dulls,
And all, gathered into earth's welcoming bosom.
Mission To develop the Windham, New York area as a cultural center and artistic destination for residents and visitors by coordinating and promoting the visual, performing, and literary arts as well as other cultural activities.
About The Area The Town of Windham, located in Greene County in the northern Catskill Mountains, is a delightfully curious mixture of cultures, set amidst some of the finest scenic beauty found anywhere. A leisurely drive from either Boston or New York brings you to roads that wander amidst forest, flowers and fields, with views that bring peace and joy to the inner soul. Wandering any back road affords solitude and a feast for the senses. Streams, waterfalls, mountains, farms all compete for your attention. Perhaps, at this time of the year, this poem, penned by an Alliance member, says it all……
by Albert Scott Berwick
Look out on the mountains,
Look out on the Stars,
Feel the crunch and squeak
of the cold soaked snow.
In the evening stillness,
You can hear the branches
Creaking as they sway in the
(Cho.) “When it’s winter in
Drifted deep in snow,
You can find the peace that
mountain dwellers know.” (2)
Walking through the
woodlands, Brushing by the branches,
Shaking loose the snow to
send it sprinkling down,
Falling down your collar,
you shiver with the cold,
And the spirits of the
forest you feel all around. (Cho.)
Look up at Orion in the
See a million stars spread
As you walk along through
the drifts along the way
You know that in the mountains you’re on
hallowed ground. (Cho.)
Is it any wonder that art thrives in such an environment? Come and find out why so many visitors are so enchanted that they return again and again.
original poem by Robert Cepale
Oh those days gone by when people worked hard and long, They lived their lives more right than wrong. Life in the Catskills surrounded by the majestic mountain peaks Kaaterskill Falls, rivers, lakes and creeks is a joy to behold as horse and buggy roamed the countryside. The laughter of a family and kids enjoying a relaxing hayride. The sounds of the country was like a symphony of its own. The moos of the cows, the oinks and chirps would set the tone. The sound of the anvil from the village blacksmith shop. Birds in the trees singing their songs way up on top. A Ferry boat cruising along the Hudson River and honking it's foghorn. An unwelcome rooster's awakening call so early in the morn. Hush a minute. Listen. Can you hear the train whistle from afar? And then it is suddenly upon you, roaring by car by car. The seasons in the country responding to nature's call. The glistening yellow-orange, red and bronze leaves of Fall. The young buds on the trees announcing the start of Spring. Winter sleigh rides. Hear the jingle bells ring. Hot summers sitting on the front porch hoping for a breeze. Sharing cold lemonade with neighbors that mom would fresh squeeze. This was the country for sunrises, sunsets, and heavy windy rain. Not easy for wagons to make it through the muddy terrain. Towns and villages had identity and soul before strip malls took their toll. I would like to pull myself away from the conveniences of today, if it's an adventure I could bear and journey back in time wandering through the old Catskills of yesteryear.