The Artist
Shimmering in sunlight after the rainAutum leaves reflect the Artist's hand
With strokes golden, orange and flame
The Master decorates the land
He infuses each stroke with his Spirit
As He creates this awesome treasure
And wants us all to hear it
Say, I've done this for your pleasure
Poetry by Phyllis J. Rhodes
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Written on 2010-10-22 at 01:54
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