White Majesty Poem by Denis Martindale

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White tiger, walking, all alone,
No creature saw him there,
Despite the fact he was full-grown,
Majestic, debonair.
Contentedly, serenely, too,
Just cruising for a while,
His eyes a dazzling shade of blue,
Like sapphires full of style.

Surveying clouds, and trees, and land,
And sunshine everywhere,
At ease with life, all things in hand,
Yes, life without a care.
With every single day brand new,
And sights that still beguile,
He'd seen so many as he grew,
And some still made him smile.

He felt as if his life was great,
With so much still to share,
With mysteries to contemplate,
And hours still to spare.
Small creatures didn't have a clue,
Some saw life as a trial,
Yet he had purpose, things to do,
And he loved every mile!


Denis Martindale, copyright, October 2021.


The poem is based on the magnificent painting
by Stephen Gayford called 'White Majesty'.

More Stephen Gayford poems here:
denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com