The Artist

Dirty old harbour where the boats moor
And the locals idly wander by
I sit with my easel on the grass
And stare into the sky
The splash of paint on canvas
Makes me complete in my soul
Majestic colours above me
A clear blue day brings me to extol
The gesticulation between the boat men
As they cast their nets into the deep
Makes me fill with awe and wonder
At the secrets they have to keep
Ripples glide along the water
And my brush captures the sight
Then I rest myself back down again
To watch the waves in white
I stand and stretch my arms
While above birds fly in a V
I contemplate where to go next
Somewhere beautiful somewhere free