I am foremost, I think, an artisan,
A maker in both words and images,
Whose business is to do the best I can
To add to all the beauty there now is,
In recompense for what has nourished me,
Hoping that with my work my skills will grow,
And thus it is each day religiously
I line out morning verses row by row,
And when I walk our dogs, my camera
Accompanies us, unholstered in a trice
To capture a true scene or a chimera,
A marvelous and felicitous device,
A means by which a poem that I’ve made
May be illustriously displayed.
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