A PERFECT PICTURE
BY FIONA CUMMINGS
A blank canvas is before me
What shall I paint?
A pauper or perhaps a saint
A seascape
Or a forest scene
An Egyptian Prince
Or an English Queen
A new born lamb skipping in the field
Or an old man working with steal
A minor standing next to the pit wheel
Or a fisherman looking weather beaten
Here I am in the south of France
Passing Paris full of romance
An yet I see/feel no inspiration
Though I am full of pure dedication
The sun is warm against my face
I am in the most perfect place
Fields of strawberries are growing
Magnolia branches are blowing
Tiny yellow birds sing to me
In their land of the sky so free
The grass is so green
I’m next to a stream
The salmon are leaping
This life is a dream
I’m eating fine cheese
Grateful for the gentle breeze
A relief from the heat
So much food to eat
Freshly baked bread
Funny little squirrels waiting to be fed
The combination of colours
From the squirrels of red
To the beautiful wild
flowers
Are simply divine
And guess what I paint
A bottle of wine
Funny how certain things can inspire you
Surrounded by all this beauty under a blanket of blue
An yet an empty tipped bottle
Lying next to a nettle
Is my picture for today
How much I have enjoyed telling you
In my own simple way
About a day in my life
And these words are so true
I am here to create for you
A picture to reflect your mind
To describe such wonderful art to the blind
To jump out to greet those who don’t hear
The sounds of the birds and the vast flowing weir
To give light to those who are unable to walk
To explain words to those who can’t talk
To be able to put a smile on a sad persons face
To wipe a bad memory not leaving a trace
I shall continue painting life for you my friend
Until I can no longer put paint on paper
My gift I shall lend
Think of me as your waiter
Your nurse or doctor
Perhaps your best friend
Your sister or Mother
I am your servant
Through colours I
give
My life is for you
I want so much for you to live
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