Vincent Van Gogh

Vincent was misunderstood as a child, but that was okay. He sat down with his ideas, and painted out his heart. He is so strange, some said, thinking he was insane or worse. A beautiful soul, he decided to reach them through his art. Never appreciated in a monetary way, during his lifetime, He painted his sadness onto canvases with flowers, clouds and trees. There was nothing Vincent liked better than to set up his easel And listen to his inner thoughts, as he created in a summer breeze. He threw ragged men in ragged clothes into his insistent canvases. They did not know the blues he was using were going to become them. He had an eye for things that others could never see, a beautiful soul. His striving to be like others fringed on insanity, said his cousin, Jim. Vincent would be surprised and possibly amused to know his legacy. The paintings he was obsessed to create his way are now selling. Not for hundreds, but millions of dollars, which would amuse him now. His soul for others to see, his story now gracefully, poetically telling.