The Painter's Paintings

The painter's hand was strong and true,

Using colors of every design and hue.

He traveled the land, his pictures telling the tales,

His paintings were of the grandest scales.

Of dragons, princes, and castles of strength,

To kings, of mightiest length.

He knew not how to speak,

Through his paintings he did teach.

Each year his proposals grew stronger,

Each year his paintings grew longer.

Then one day he came to a land,

And was offered a home on the best of sand.

He took this chance for he was growing old,

This painter's paintings now, are the only story being told.

Reviews

[FaeryQueen]

i love how this entails a bright set of colors!

[Jen Walters]

Thanks for your kind words, I am glad someone has noticed one of my newer works. Thanks for reading this and feel free to check out some of my other poetry as well and I shall try to do yours.