The Ultimate Ideal

It's Saturday morning, half past nine;
Nothing to do, the world is mine.
Did I say nothing? Oh, no, not quite - -
There's painting!
Iíll paint all day and Iíll paint all night.
A Madonna and Child,
A Bird on the Wing;
A Village in Autumn,
A Valley in Spring.
The world is my palette,
Iíll set it afire
With yellow, rose, amber,
In tones of desire.
Inspired with colour, Iíll radiate peace,
Or sadness, or happiness or joy without cease.
Oh, that the weekend were as long as the week!
Then I could paint and paint as much as I speak.

D. Williams, 4A


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