His Paintings Poem by Phil Soar

With Pastel colours he painted scenes
I could feel the wind that blew across the trees
I can see the air he coloured in deep grey
His artistry had took my breath away

For all the canvasses he did possess
And how he painted all the wilderness
He captured nature at it's very best
And added his own style to just impress

I hung his paintings in a pride of place
They always put a smile upon my face
And with each stroke, he left a certain style
That kept me going back to them awhile