The Sublime

D Denis Martindale Denis Martindale
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The leopard left his sleep behind, Arose and walked around And with that walk his waking mind Was glad at what he found... The sun was shining in the sky, A wondrous breeze drew near And yet not once did he ask why Such blessings should appear... And yet this world is so sublime, In every single part And blessed are they that spend their time In painting perfect art... Think of all creatures... great and small... That artists sit and paint, Yet Stephen Gayford, he stands tall, To some, he is a saint... He captures insights when on tour, He gets each detail done And then he thrills us to the core And shares his sense of fun... From meerkats to the giant cats, Fantastic dolphins, too! He paints them like aristocrats... Sublime... each time... for you... Denis Martindale, copyright, August 2012. The poem is based on the magnificent painting by Stephen Gayford called 'The Sublime'. More Stephen Gayford poems here: denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com

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