This Painting
A rough and tumbled man I was, I worked by land and sea. The fields kept me busy, I toiled the land for food for my family. My love was the sea, a place were I could rest my weary soul. I was known through out our small town, my cap was my personal style. I may have had a rough look, but my heart was solid love. My work is now all done, I can watch over the ones that I truly love.
Date Written: 6/4/2022
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