He keeps his camera ready
For just the right picture
At night time he sees colors
That creates the perfect mixture
He looks carefully for texture
And different layers for the shot
He finds ice storms in the winter
And brilliant flowers when it’s hot
Each of his photos tell a story
That he feels within his heart
And early in the mornings
He can get a brand new start
Windmills are a large part
Of the pictures that he takes
For they are one of his passions
Ideal subjects they always make
The man has lots of patience
He truly makes a fuss
And aren’t you glad he does?
Thank you, John, from all of us!
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