Ode to Grandpa Davis

Strophe O Grandpa Davis who gave me my skill My art talents ,organic, came from you Sorry I haven’t praised you ,now .I will Your art and talents I admire you so Your art is an inspiration to me, Once I lost my home; most of your art gone, It should have been enjoyed for all to see , T’is a wicked act ; I do frown upon. Antestrope Talent is work and some inspiration , Organic ability not much proof , Work hard with lift no misinformation , If you believe all of it you got spoofed. And talent is one percent makes art great. And work is sixty percent of one’s art , And skill is forty percent I state, All three in harmony is a good start. Epode O Grandpa Davis I wish you were alive , If dreams are gold meeting you is jive, You died 5 years before I was born . Seeing your art I was wowed-forgot to mourn. In figure drawing your skill is mythic Your pastel work of your wife is terrific And Grandpa Davis my ode to you is done, It’ is time I penned it for everyone.