Albert Namatjira was a landscape painter of world renown
A proud western Arrernte man from Alice Springs town
During his life he was not a rich man
Living with his people off the land
When in Alice Springs and needing a lift around
He'd hire a taxi for a ride into town
Offering a painting for the fare
Sometimes those accepted were thrown away without care
These drivers would now shake their head
At the prize they tossed away instead
And what the world lost in their foolishness
Of Namatjira's art as one of the best.
© Paul Warren Poetry
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem. Well expressed. Very beautifully dedicated