Form: Blank Verse Sonnet
The artist comes to paint a winter scene
A hasty sketch that flows in rapid ease
Perhaps from memory or distant dream
A moment in a happy accident
He’s getting crazy with mountain backdrops
Before beating the devil from his brush
My eyes recall everything he does
Now I paint my own winter wonderland
His words gently echo ‘this is your world’
Find your freedom and with paint create it
No Peapod, just canvas and liquid white
And Bob’s confidence that I can do this
My mighty tree needs some big strong arms now
Mister robin bird needs a place to rest
Dedicated to Bob Ross
1942 – 1995
©JG Farmer 2020
A Garret Poet 