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The Ever-Extending Easel Christopher W. Thomas (tristram@erols.com) dnb-as1s57.erols.com Tues, July 1, 1997 at 4:34AM |
The hope is - there will never be an end
To the freedom which is here to spend
Quiet times whiling away the hours
Filling an easel with words of power
Which does stay and yet renew itself
Just by virtue of being here on shelf
From which - down any artist can pull
New shades of colors not thought of still
And then mix a few together on their palette
Or carefully mold new clay - or even maul it
As the artist does use their tools to astound
As they get ready to go yet a whole new round
On flights of fancy upon which they do fly
As they welcome a new day and force open eyes
All the better to deal with a whole new play
On their ever-extending easel - on each new day
- Tristram