The Writing On The Wall
When I was a young man, I could easily recall,
A beautifully bold and vivid tapestry, hanging on a wall.
It told of a great story, with chapters in history,
As if woven by skillful hands, without loss of memory.
Each thread seemed alive and vibrant to its root,
Criss-crossing one another, as if in some hot pursuit.
Yet the picture created was powerful and complete,
Showing heroes and their victories, without any defeat.
While this expression was detailed and finely artistic,
My view saw a literary chapter, very realistic.
Just as one reads a page, top down and left to right,
This pictorial was like a book, as it spoke to my sight.
Regardless of how colorful or detailed it was where it hung,
It seemed to elevate my every thought, climbing higher on a rung.
And while my memory will claim it never to forget,
My mind has etched it deeply, with no fear or regret.
Copyright ©
Timothy Mattson
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