Del “Abe” Jones
A MASTER PAINTER: BOB ROSS
There’s a canvas on the easel
It’s stretched tightly and held fast
Across its textured surface
In unseen shadows, shapes are cast.
The artist holds his palette
Stained with oils from yesterday
With new paint squeezed from tubes
Arranged there, in a special way.
On a shelf beside the easel
Lay brushes, paint, a knife
Some cleaner for those instruments
To bring that canvas to life.
With creative wheels turning
And a love for what he does
The talent of that artist
Transforms that cloth from what it was.
With the power of the mind
And sure strokes from steady hand
Shapes and forms start to appear
Into the beauty which was planned.
Then, through that labor of love
Framed and hanging on some wall
There’ll be another masterpiece
To bring great pleasure to us all.
©Copyright October 21, 2005 by Del “Abe” Jones