Country Artist

 

If I could be an artist, I would paint

The sky at sunset's end, bright tangerine

Which melts to saffron, then to mottled blue,

With whispers of deep mauve tucked in between.

 

I'd paint a barn, once red, now weathered gray;

A leaning fence; a tractor gone to rust;

A row of combines waiting in the field;

A country road by brambles caked with dust.

 

Then twilight would descend majestically

To set this treasured countryside aglow

With August's harvest moon beyond the hills

Where fields of wheat, like burnished copper, grow.

 

Oh, would that palettes swirled with dabs of rhyme,

And pens that flow with lilting poetry

Could match the great Creator in the sky,

Unequaled in His country artistry.

 

~ Sandra R. Lytle