The Master painter

This is Canada Day and the beauty of our country is always an inspiration to burst out in poetry

GOD'S GALLERY

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An artist dips his brush

To draw a line and mark the scene,

'Twil be the outline of a Thrush,

Or rolling hills of summer green.

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His work of skill will be displayed

For all who love to see,

The prize for which a price they paid

In a famous gallery

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The Master Painter comes each morn,

With brushes and varied hues,

Upon His easel paints again

The reds, yellows and the blues.

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Each day mountains are not new

But always painted differently.

One day they're crowned in royal blue

The next time shrouded in secrecy.

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Just yesterday the sky was clear and blue,

It framed the sun, which sparkled on the dew

But while all were sleeping in the night,

He etched a cloud in shades of white.

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To pay for this we'd be denied

The price for merely a glimpse to see,

But who could be more satisfied

Than those who visit God's gallery.