Master painter brush in hand
Scattered color o’re the land.
Under sky of azure blue
Left a picture just for you.
Yellow tinged leaves, red and gold
what a beauty to behold.
Rocks and streams and waterfall
Around each mountain to us call.
And as we go from tree to tree
around each bend the more we see,
That Master Painter brush in hand
Has swept his brush across the land.
And left behind a brilliant hue
Of flaming colors just for you.
From beauty of the mountain peak
to stately tree along the street.
Yellow, green and red and gold
what a beauty to behold.
All from the creators hand
to cheer the folks across the land.
Lakes and boats bid us explore
All the beauties of the shore.
As we sail from dock to dock
we see houses on the rock.
Then back again to motor home
On the road again to roam.
Cruising down the blacktop trail
going over hill and dale.
Yellow, red and green and gold
Oh! what beauty to behold.
Basket place and antique store
Farmers market and much more.
Village, hamlet, church and school
places to eat that make you drool.
Rocks and trees and old stone fences.
Lovers sitting on old log benches.
Trees ablaze with color fair
Leaves a flutter in the air.
Now the purpose of this story
Is to give to God the Glory!
Alvin Skiles
3 comments:
That's really cool, Liz. I never read that poem of Grandaddy's. Praying for you,
Susannah
I just noticed the maple trees here this morning are also turning brilliant! So beautiful! Love you dearly!
Oh, my Liz! I am crying here. I could hear Alvin's voice in my head while I read that. How beautiful! ~Aunt Jen~
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