The Artist Poem by Sandra Martyres

Setting up his easel
On the edge of the garden
He arranged his brushes
Sorted out the water colours
Then searched for his subject
A rose bush caught his fancy
Shutting his eyes he imagined
An idyllic setting for the flowers
Making some rough sketches
On the blank canvas he turned
Towards the roses touching
Each one, feeling the texture
Soon he mixed several shades
Of pink on the palette before
Picking up the brush to paint
His student watched in awe
As the canvas was transformed
The bush was transplanted
It seemed to move slowly from
The ground straight to the canvas
The green leaves took on a hue
That did the pink roses justice
Each petal stood out proudly
As if it were a special creation
In its own right meant to enhance
The beauty of the cluster of flowers
By late evening the painting
Was nearly complete and both
The Artist and his student seemed
Pleased and fascinated with
The transformation of the canvas
Their way of glorifying nature