If I could paint, I’d paint the sky.

I’d paint an eagle soaring high.

I’d paint a sunset’s golden hues

Red and orange, yellow, blues.

I’d paint the mountain’s snowy caps.

I’d paint some beagles taking naps.

I’d paint the trees in spring and fall.

I’d paint the beauty—paint it all.

But since I cannot paint at all.

I guess I’ll have to paint a wall.

 

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