ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER©
This is a rerun of a post done a few years prior to the pandemic. It was a time when playgrounds and beaches were filled with brilliant color, fun filled moments and memories being made. We are a far cry from that this summer. When will it end?
The senses are enlivened with each new summer day,
The sounds of children’s laughter, the funny games they play,
The taste of cool refreshment, with ice cream on your lips,
It doesn’t even matter that it soon will reach your hips,
The sight of brilliant colors, dance wildly cross your eyes,
Soft, white and billowy clouds flow swiftly through the skies,
The smell of hot dogs grilling, and sunscreen on your nose,
The touch of sand and seashells, or sticky marshmallows,
All the senses come to life, when we just let them in,
But for the plein air artist, they form the largest grin,
Those who capture light and shade and place it in their art,
Quality of everything, lives in their beating heart,
When you see an artist paint, remember this one thing,
His senses are dependent, on all that life will bring.