A Picture

I painted a picture,
Just yesterday.
And put in the clouds,
With a shafted ray.

There were hills standing tall,
And caught up in pine.
And a far, stretch of plains,
All lined off in wine.

A blue cast of water,
Was a vision away.
And the horizon stood yellow,
In a mixture of grey.

Birds were up flying,
Sailing on...ever on.
And the glow from the meadow,
Was just coming on.

T'was a Paradise Picture,
That I built in my mind.
And the spires of high-heaven,
I tucked in behind.


E.P. 1908 - 1989