Picture In Motion Poem by Naomi Slay

Picture In Motion



When I look at Canvas
They seem to come to life
People take on motions that are insight
Trees bend in the wind and flowers fragrance the air.
Children play and fill baskets with fruit growing there.
Lights come on in a cottage at the end of the lane and
Mother calls to her children from her porch swing.

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Naomi Slay

Naomi Slay

Northwoods, Missouri
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