If poetry was a brush <br />And my words were my paint <br />Let your mind be your eyes <br />Let the strokes of my words feed your soul <br /> <br />Of soaring eagles, circling, watching <br />Over white tipped mountains, towering <br />Standing proud, with valleys at their feet <br />With lush green tree tops looking up in awe <br /> <br />Cold clear water from melted snow <br />Falling over waterfalls, moving in slow motion <br />Winding rivers that Carve the earth <br />Pushing forward to feed the ocean <br /> <br />Beautiful sunrise as it peeps over mountain tops <br />Giving warm rays of light, feeding all <br />Clouds full of rain, shower life to every grain of sand <br />A golden sunset that disappears off the horizon <br /> <br />Rolling desert sands that dance with the wind <br />Dead grains of sand teaming with life <br />Amazing lakes, still like glass mirror the sky <br />Watching flocks of birds playing in the breeze <br /> <br />Rocking waves pushing back and forth <br />Icebergs bobbing like ice in a glass <br />Vast ocean waters that swallow the sky <br />Ships crossing a seemingly endless void <br /> <br />If my words painted a picture for all to see <br />One painting but different to all <br />Each beautiful to the minds eye <br />May it`s beauty feed your soul <br /> <br /> <br />23 may 2010<br /><br />Vaughn Bekker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poetry-my-brush-first-non-rhyming/
