For An Artist That Died Poem by Terry Dawson
For An Artist That Died
Stilled now is the capturing brush
That marked the canvas taut
By which the wild world's finest scapes
As works of art were wrought
A sheltering tree has fallen down
The forest is bereft
Yet richer we that knew of you
Though now our hearts are cleft
For slipped at last the failing ties
That tethered flesh and bone
And launched now are adventures new
Out in the great unknown.
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4/30/2024 11:53:28 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Terry, such a great piece👍👍👍