Oil colour on canvas. 49 inches by 30 inches. Poem for my painting - Hands Holding a See-Saw Door. - Hungry predators knock at the stable door And voices within say Do not intrude upon our lock, We are Secure and Stable. Knowing full well the outside the fear to open holds. Knowing that Stability and Security Have to go together, And understanding the knocking In a land of shelters The door is not wanted. As guilty as the predator I stay within. © C. English