Paintbrush of An Art Teacher

As a paintbrush I can affirm

An artwork doesn’t reveal it all

There’s a plethora of emotions

Behind a painting on a wall

The painting isn’t the full picture

It is an essential part, of course

But you cannot feel the artist’s strokes

If you do not know their source

As a paintbrush I have seen

withering trees and gloomy skies

Way before life poured colour

to the artist’s curious eyes

His world became much brighter

as his withering trees caught butterflies

Little tots eager to learn from him

Enabling his inner warmth to rise

As his paintbrush I can tell you

this warmth would go on to bring

the vibrant colours of autumn

the fresh new leaves of spring

As his paintbrush I have witnessed

the dying out of his gloom

Every new batch of kids was to the artist

blossom to the tree that missed full bloom

Some flowers have long since left the garden

Some students have graduated

but their scent still lingers where they poured their hearts

proof of how wonderful values the tree had inculcated

As he passed me over to his students

several little artists were born

For his artwork may be definite

but his art will continue on...

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Paul Hugo

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