Feel My Reprimand

This poem gives a slightly different viewpoint of the meadow in 'Two Painters,' written by Arthur Vaso. His poem can be read by visiting his site at: http://arthurvaso.weebly.com/current-poems.html From a hill overlooking the meadow green I watched two painters with canvas and brush Eyes focused on each other and nature's scene I saw when her face took on a faint tint of blush A basket lunch was laid beneath an apple tree Skies grew dark when the serpent slithered in Forbidden fruit not bitten, I watched them flee Turning away from the evil temptation of sin The meadow is again lush with morning mist I removed the evil one with strokes of my brush Two painters fell in love with their first kiss I stand at my easel listening to songs of a thrush I created the meadow and the man with my hand It's you, evil creature, who will feel my reprimand