(Hofstede)

Sometimes

I hear the hammer of steel

Sometimes

I hear the grindstone turn

And I am looking looking

Sometimes

I see the cool wet stone

Sometimes

I see the tin white skin

And I am looking looking

Hesitating so afraid to touch

And there is more to it

Than meets the eye knew it

And there is more to it

Than meets the eye knew it

A reclining figure

Made of brass and steel

It's a perfect mixture

How I think and feel

And there is more to it

I know

A touch of Henry Moore and

Barbara Hepworth

Monday

In a slow train

Outside

The falling rain

And I am looking