He had wispy white, wild hair,
he’d make little children stop and stare.
He was an artist with quick hands,
at the park, he’d set up easels and stands.
Painting, drawing, his eyes observing,
he gave his work to those who went by, swerving.
The park came alive on his canvas,
his joy and delight was full of grandness.
The ice cream truck drove by,
and painting it was easy as pie.
A family of five strolled along,
he painted them too, before long.
The painting he gave them is hung
on their wall and it makes them feel happy and always young.
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Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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Hee hee! A giggle and smile for you from me!
“The ice cream truck drove by, and painting it was easy as pie.” Clever Every gift He gives us is meant to be shared, whether it’s creating art or writing, discerning, speaking the Word over others. Mr. Wispy was creating and giving, and made a difference in doing that. Love it ❤️
Loved it!!😍