A Poem

Yesterday I painted my first picture.

None us of us had ever painted

So that made it a lot easier.

Nothing to it really.

Just go for a walk in a Tuscan landscape

Get the paper and paint

And sort of do it.

We were actually really not that bad at all, for a first go.

We considered each others talents -

David's hot colours, Helen's fine detail

And my patches of white.

Creativity looks like being a doddIe,

So today I wrote my first poem.

San Gimigniano August 1992