25 July 2012

Paintbrush in hand,

Here I stand,

Unusual English sun,

Hits me as if from a gun,

And causes me to smile,

Like I haven't done in a while.

Covered from head to toe,

Why I don't know,

Paint in my hair,

And over there,

Plastered with mud,

I need a good scrub.

Sun's gone away,

Knew it wouldn't stay,

Soaking wet,

And yet,

I love the outdoors,

I'll give it three cheers.

RayneA Paintbrush, Sunshine, And The Garden • Opuss № I