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Painted by Poet
The Orphan
A work of art, I speak to you today.
I live and breathe the sad life of a boy
with solemn eyes and little time to play;
an urchin left to seek each simple joy
of finding water, food, and place to sleep.
No smile shows on my face, but in my hand
a tiny spray of flowers I will keep...
my lone possession in this barren land.
An orphaned boy am I, poor and alone,
who reaches out to you with pleading eyes.
No home for me, no treasures do I own;
no loving arms to soothe my tearful cries.
For just your smile and scrap of bread or two,
one special flower I will give to you.
Sandra M. Haight
~3rd Place~
Contest: Best Rhyming poem July-September 2017
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Judged: 10/01/2017
~3rd Place~
Premiere Contest: Artwork
Sponsor: Lewis Raynes
Judged: 09/06/2017
The picture above is of my oil painting, "The Orphan,"
for which I used a photograph from the November 1975
National Geographic magazine as a reference.
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