Near the flowering meadow-
Lilac's they scent the breeze-
Veiled 'neath motion-filled skies-
Are the Oak and Cherry Trees...
Running in crystal clear ripples-
O'er pebbles of days of past time-
'Tis a silver sparkled brook-
With small hills, nearby to climb...
The Vale 'tis sheer enchantment-
Pastoral views, they do abound-
Rustic-Bucholic-themed-
These visions, breath-takingly astound!
The colour-splashed panoramas of: The Artist-
From His palette to His feathery brush-
Done in oils or in water colours-
Captured are His Vales, Most Lush!
Theodora (Theo) Onken
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lush/
