I'm a natural born coon!

Mike and I had a rare opportunity to go out to Ann Tower Gallery in Lexington last week. They had an exhibit of some very nice primitive folk art. There was a piece in the very back of the gallery, where most people would miss, that had a very large coon jumping over the moon, reminiscent of the nursery rhyme. He was accompanied by a poem that really engaged me, as you see, the coon is my nemesis animal....another story.

The poem went as follows:

Natural Born Coon

by Jim Gary Phillips

I will steal thy corn

by the light of the moon.

I am what I am

a Natural Born Coon.

In the white oak tree

is where I make my stand.

Treed by a walker and

a black and tan.

The art and poem has haunted me, and of course, when Mike called about the picture two days later, it had sold. Alas, I had to re-learn the hard lesson....when art haunts you, buy it!