As I sit at my easel, I look at my canvas
and say to myself the story I could tell, 
the adventure we could go on. I paint the story.
The sky in blue and mountain in the far distance
tell of the day. I feel the sun shining 
on the fields of yellow waves of grain. 
That said I’m in the open country!
I feel free to paint the things 
I feel you would like as we travel. 
Just as the colors tell the story 
of the painting we paint, 
you see where the road’s trees end 
and the fence begins. That brings 
us to the house I once knew as a boy!
Oh, how I want to paint the things of yesterday. 
They tell me the story with paint, canvas and color 
as I review my life of long ago!
I paint a painting to enjoy.