My policy is not to go out to paint in the weekends
When throngs of people are out and about
But I agreed to do something outside my comfort level
To be one of 4 artists to do demos on the grounds
Of the new public garden being officially opened in Riverwood
The Mayor of Mississauga, Hazel MacCallion was going to be there
She arrived royally late with no pomposity in the rain
The crowds just loved her and her zealous speech
Spoken off the cuff without so much as a piece of paper hidden in her sleeves
I have seen her many a times on TV
But was my first time seeing her in flesh and blood
I've admired her so from afar
At this petite, fiery, boundlessly energetic woman of 92
I heard once how a depressed man
Refused to come down from his roof
How many neighbors, friends, family, firemen and policemen
Tried to cajole him
To retouch his feet with the ground
He refused but asked to speak to Hazel
Who as tho was his personal Grandmother, arrived
Spoke a few words that touched his heart and senses
Which then lead him to finally make the much applauded descent
Sorry, I disgressed, had to tell you that amusing story
To illustrate my admiration for this spunky, ubiquitous lady
I coverted having a photo taken with her
So maybe by sheer osmosis, I too can suck some of her juice for life
But I chickened out, not wanting to impose on her space
Just to be content with a photo of her taken with my own camera lens
I stood a painting underneath my tent
A great opportunity to meet so many people young and mature
Amongst them two women whose sons were killed by drunk drivers
And had come to see the trees they had donated in their loved ones' names
I met some of the tireless Board Members who had worked behind the scenes
Accosted by dear friends I hadn't seen in a while
The many cheery garden volunteers who prune, transplant, trim and water each week
The voluminous species of plants now thriving under their wonderful loving care
For all of us to enjoy as we stroll amongst the beds.....
I for one, will shed all reluctance
To paint the joyous faces of these flowers
In the middle of the path of this busy garden
Where many come to visit, ponder and reflect
Where I too hope to hear Nature whisper in my sometimes deaf ear......
When throngs of people are out and about
But I agreed to do something outside my comfort level
To be one of 4 artists to do demos on the grounds
Of the new public garden being officially opened in Riverwood
The Mayor of Mississauga, Hazel MacCallion was going to be there
She arrived royally late with no pomposity in the rain
The crowds just loved her and her zealous speech
Spoken off the cuff without so much as a piece of paper hidden in her sleeves
I have seen her many a times on TV
But was my first time seeing her in flesh and blood
I've admired her so from afar
At this petite, fiery, boundlessly energetic woman of 92
I heard once how a depressed man
Refused to come down from his roof
How many neighbors, friends, family, firemen and policemen
Tried to cajole him
To retouch his feet with the ground
He refused but asked to speak to Hazel
Who as tho was his personal Grandmother, arrived
Spoke a few words that touched his heart and senses
Which then lead him to finally make the much applauded descent
Sorry, I disgressed, had to tell you that amusing story
To illustrate my admiration for this spunky, ubiquitous lady
I coverted having a photo taken with her
So maybe by sheer osmosis, I too can suck some of her juice for life
But I chickened out, not wanting to impose on her space
Just to be content with a photo of her taken with my own camera lens
I stood a painting underneath my tent
A great opportunity to meet so many people young and mature
Amongst them two women whose sons were killed by drunk drivers
And had come to see the trees they had donated in their loved ones' names
I met some of the tireless Board Members who had worked behind the scenes
Accosted by dear friends I hadn't seen in a while
The many cheery garden volunteers who prune, transplant, trim and water each week
The voluminous species of plants now thriving under their wonderful loving care
For all of us to enjoy as we stroll amongst the beds.....
I for one, will shed all reluctance
To paint the joyous faces of these flowers
In the middle of the path of this busy garden
Where many come to visit, ponder and reflect
Where I too hope to hear Nature whisper in my sometimes deaf ear......
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