Creating a Painting

A Poem by Terry Davis

I see her through my window every day
Against the wind she leans
Who this woman is I cannot say
Or what her life might mean

For each of them I make a story line
I watch them go along their way
I make a tale out of their place in time
A narrative of all their living days

And now I make them strokes upon a page
So when we all are dead and gone
Their life continues in a way
In image of each one of them lives on

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