Artist Poem by Phil Soar

The artist takes his water colours everywhere he goes
The countryside, the lakes and mountains, where beauty seems to flow
He relishes the challenge as he records all that he sees
On canvas or on paper, or just in his memory

The brush strokes gently speak to him, and guide his steady hand
As colour blemishes across the ever pleasant land
With scenes of utter brilliance, adorning every stroke
The end result a picture of the sights he makes bespoke