PAINTING
I would love to paint a picture, with pretty flowers
Like a multicoloured carpet, under leafy bowers
Of gently bending trees blowing in the evening air,
Just as the sun is setting behind that oak tree there,

I see the picture in my eyes but the canvas stays clean,
I have looked and have many times this vision seen,
But my hand and mind and eye can never be in tune
To paint, especially if the scene is visited by the moon.

Look! can you see the colours of the flowers on the ground?
So many pastel shades and some bold colours also found,
See how the shadows from the trees make a varied design
Across the peaceful scene, see how the sun’s rays shine.

What artist could ever capture this my garden so fair,
Paint it so you could almost smell the flowers in the air,
Give the impression of the swaying of the mighty trees
As they sway too and fro in the late evening breeze?

I gaze at my canvas before me, raise my steady hand
And slowly the picture forms of this glorious land,
To my eyes this is a masterpiece, God’s beauty to last
In my heart and on canvas on which my eyes I’ll cast.

M Ann Margetson © September 23, 2001