Lost In Art
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There are many things that make me happy in life,
but a day when I can go to the art gallery is the best;
I walk the many rooms totally lost and delighted with the art,
from room to room I view, Gothic, Renaissance, and Baroque;
how, I love the religious paintings, the gothic, and the mythical painting.
I adore art for it is like a beautiful story painted,
then I rest, have a bit of lunch, and after I begin again;
oh, the 19th Century, 20th Century, and a visit to Impressionism,
a peek at Abstract and Modern Art, and all the sculptors along the way;
and the amazing Canadian artists, always so very interesting and so colorful.
I linger with the Aboriginal Art and the Inuit Art,
for this art touches my heart the most and I dwell with it;
I take another rest at a lovely, tranquil water court and garden,
and in the very heart of the gallery there is a reconstructed church;
oh, there is a whole story about how it got there, but I am blissful tired now.
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April 14, 2016 (Edit)
Poetry/Verse/Narrative/Lost in Art
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Inspiration - The National Gallery of Canada
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