Painting a Poem

In the newness of the morning
Where the sun is barely up
The waters calm and cool
Not yet a mallard duck

The forest in the distance
With colors green and gray
A beauty in the making
Could most take your sight away

I need no brush for colors
As I see the matter clear
With a little leadened pencil
God's timely words to hear

Many bass within the lake
Where pickerel dwell there too
Trout and catfish linger
Deep within the depths of blue

A canoe is slowly moving
As one paddles on his way
Through the morning waters
In the calmness of the day

Let me stay within this landscape
As I paint with poem's pen
Watch the blending of this picture
Until the evening sun descends

Small boat is anchored near
As I scan the water's height
A panoramic view
Where everything is right

It melts within the shadows
Seems to call the moon at night
Disappears so far out yonder
A new land it must light

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