The Artist

She faced the fury of an angry sea Screaming to the wind “You’ll not get me! For I’m no stranger to crushing waves, and have no desire for a watery grave. "So bring on your worst, I’ll meet it head on, and still be standing, when you’ve moved on. I’ll set up an easel and take up my brush; I’ll paint till it’s finished in the post-storm hush. "All those who view it will relive again the force of the storm, and the thundering din. I’ll treasure the memory as they pause to inspect; I’ll count my blessings, as I rest and reflect."