A sonnet about Fiona's colouring some of which you can see in the video
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So Many Pencils, Pens And Paints
Colours Applied Between The Lines
Rabbit At Work, Art Cannot Wait
Working Toward A Picture Fine
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Colours That Flow Onto The Page
From Pots And Pens To The Paper
Some Pictures Can They Take An Age
They'll Be Finished Sometime Later
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Rabbit Colours, Rabbit Working
Hues That Flow Into The Outlines
Images Brought To Life That Sing
Beauty Toasted With Fine Dry Wine
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The Empty Shapes Now Are So Full
Finished Pictures So Beautifule
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Comments (5)
Fiona does a fiontastic job with her artwork. (And you do pretty well with your poem as well, Mike.)
Oooo, her colourings are so pretty! Loved your poem!
Very sweet - Art definitly should not wait...neither should wine ๐ค
Inspirational & beautiful!!!๐โค๏ธโค๏ธ
"Beauty Toasted With Fine Dry Wine" oh I love this. Beautifully done, Mikey.