Gold Of The Realm Poem by Patti Masterman
Gold Of The Realm
I could live out a lifetime, in each of your photos;
Touch the sky, ground myself in the grass,
Live out my days, beside fence posts and passes,
High or low; for it doesn't really matter
Because it were your eyes; the real telephoto
Lenses; that touch of rare soul to the films;
Your artistic visions, of magical passions-
Through your eyes, I’ve seen all the gold of the realm.
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