The Artist and I
A Poets Heart
with
An Artist Touch
Sign it with the tip of your brush
a canvas from the artist hands
Feel the images grow and flourish
A composition of paints in hand
Flow your brush in fields so mellow
allow the words to play
Paint your symphonic hues of yellow
The birds here sing everyday
Canyon skys cliffs so high
A drop of a feather can fly
Ocean front a cussion coast
on the sands where oysters do lye
Tall pine cones an Eagle flys home
it's nest awaits it's feast
Create the colors so wings can flutter
it's babes can finally eat
Never in a rush sign it with your brush
your canvas of colorfull words
What others now see there to believe
A composition of natures birth
Together inside this painter is alive
the poet through the artist eye
This wrting is complete now to see
A poem from the 'Artist and I'
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