He had wispy white, wild hair,
he’d make little children stop and stare.
He was an artist with quick hands,
at the park, he’d set up easels and stands.
Painting, drawing, his eyes observing,
he gave his work to those who went by, swerving.
The park came alive on his canvas,
his joy and delight was full of grandness.
The ice cream truck drove by,
and painting it was easy as pie.
A family of five strolled along,
he painted them too, before long.
The painting he gave them is hung
on their wall and it makes them feel happy and always young.
About the Creator
Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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