When i was younger my father and I used to go to Mesa Falls and he would try to teach me to draw pine trees. These memories are a big part of why i still love waterfalls and art.
Cascading shades of clarity
Falling down a cliff
Drops of mist,
Like prisms,
Set the light a drift.
Refracting and reflecting
All we ever knew
My memories of waterfalls
Are always tied to you.
Sitting quiet by the railing,
Both with pen in hand,
Each would try to capture
The story of the land.
Quiet hours drawing landscapes
As we sat among the trees
Happy days of art work
And a gentle summer’s breeze
I like it, Bug.
You do some intricate work with alliteration and rhyming here, and it's overall feel is rather sweet and reminiscent. The line "The story of the land" makes me think of the different layers in cliff walls, and so I then join you in looking at the falls and the colorful rain-bowing beadlets that make everything so green around the falls.
Good job! --Charlie
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You do some intricate work with alliteration and rhyming here, and it's overall feel is rather sweet and reminiscent. The line "The story of the land" makes me think of the different layers in cliff walls, and so I then join you in looking at the falls and the colorful rain-bowing beadlets that make everything so green around the falls.
Good job! --Charlie
Ron
Cheers,
Dan