The Little Artist
Oh, there is a little artist
Who paints in the cold night hours
Pictures for wee, wee children,
Of wondrous trees and flowers,--
Pictures of snow-capped mountains
Touching the snow-white sky;
Pictures of distant oceans,
Where pigmy ships sail by.
Pictures of rushing rivers,
By fairy bridges spanned;
Bits of beautiful landscapes,
Copied from elfin land.
The moon is the lamp he paints by,
His canvas the window-pane,
His brush is a frozen snowflake;
Jack Frost is the artist's name.
I have always loved the stories and poems of Jack Frost and I have always been amazed of the intricacies in his work!!!ReplyDelete
This is a lovely poem.
His artwork is indeed very good, and his cartoons aren't bad either.
Sweet and whimsical side of Jack.ReplyDelete
I'm glad he has this whimsical side.