Outside on her deck, a slight sea breeze passes by,

Early morning before the sun is to bright, seagulls in flight.

An easel is in place, paints of many color are ready for fascinating displays,

When she paints the world comes alive with creations hard to describe.

All possibilities are in her hand, with every stroke from a brush she commands,

She lets herself go away, stepping into every scene, visiting places as if in a dream.

From where she stands there is in front of her a beautiful scene, a painting to be,

A sandy shore, the ocean that spreads far and wide, waves rolling, never stopping,

The sun in the sky, clouds drifting by, when she paints anything may come to life.

Keith Garrett