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The painter's painting
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Bold strokes of a confident hand,
The painting is a masterpiece,
Executed as planned...
An end product of constant practice.
It depicts not the purple headed mountain,
Nor the rivers running by.
Neither does it speak of the fountain,
Nor the sun that brightens up the skye.
It portrays not the tall trees in the greenwood,
Nor the meadow where we played
But the stress he withstood
And the postures fore displayed
Like the reflection portrayed by the running river,
It mirrors the painter's effort.
As a ship sailing to deliver,
Loads of astonishment it transports.
As high as the purple headed mountain,
So is the peak of its perfection.
Like the clean Crystal water of the fountain,
Is the clearity of its depiction.
Though not as colourful as the rainbow;
The brightness can be likened to the morning sun,
Its alignment to the tall trees rows
And its beauty to the meadow's play fun.
© Hazard. T
Bold strokes of a confident hand,
The painting is a masterpiece,
Executed as planned...
An end product of constant practice.
It depicts not the purple headed mountain,
Nor the rivers running by.
Neither does it speak of the fountain,
Nor the sun that brightens up the skye.
It portrays not the tall trees in the greenwood,
Nor the meadow where we played
But the stress he withstood
And the postures fore displayed
Like the reflection portrayed by the running river,
It mirrors the painter's effort.
As a ship sailing to deliver,
Loads of astonishment it transports.
As high as the purple headed mountain,
So is the peak of its perfection.
Like the clean Crystal water of the fountain,
Is the clearity of its depiction.
Though not as colourful as the rainbow;
The brightness can be likened to the morning sun,
Its alignment to the tall trees rows
And its beauty to the meadow's play fun.
© Hazard. T
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