My Inspiration


He was gone before I could meet him

Still, I knew him

The pictures hung on the wall



The scenic views he saw

His passion apparent in every stroke

Charcol smeared and painted

The mountains came to life.


Father of my grandfather,

The landscapes were old


By skyscrapers and towers


Unfinished sketches

But finished thoughts

I picked up my pen

And began.


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