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The Artist
The outcome planned with such deft of hand
On canvas or carved all on his own
A poet at heart and a master of art
Whether painted or chiseled in stone
Though technique varies, he toils and tarries
Such inspiration will never cease
Through sunshine and showers he wittles for hours
To create another masterpiece
On multiple stages down through the ages
Their appreciation has just begun
By the freedom of will and standing so still
They admire the hard work that he's done
So enthralled and most fondly recalled
Though the gift of his craft is no more
The artist is gone, but his art will live on
For the whole of the world to adore
Copyright ©
Randy Freie
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