Dream Painter

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He held his pain brush gently almost reverently This dream weaver and the picture grew and changed I watched him this side walk enterprenuer. Do not mock him, this dream painter AS I wtatched the colors on his easel blurred Then changed to a scene so awe inspiring Would I had that kind of talent The scene was Ancient druids and fairys This was back I wa nineteen and in San Fransisco H e was a sidewalk artist a little gnome of a man Painting me a dream on canvas that grew and changed I called him a dream painter that day He somehow knew I had run away from home The painting was a farm, but not just any farm As I looked it grew into my home, my love He studied my face" child go home now.' My dad came to San F rancisco to take me home. I showed him the painting and he was floored How did he know our farm, this is fantastic I shook my head."I wondered that myself WE flew home I was glad to be back My mom looked at the painting and smiled I asked her what she thought I was beguiled " your guardian angel he sent you home.' A true poem I was very y oung at nineteen left college and later regrettedi it and I went back to junior college then a final two years at the U Of Ca Irvine Ca and received my BA ikn English. I really feel that the D reampainter was my guardian angel sent to make me go back home.To make me realize how foolish I had been to run away from college like that. But it was not til I was in my thirties I went back to Junior college for an AA in English, married with a s on just out of collge then anh 43 I went to the U of Cal at Irvine Calif for my BA One orgal post and one orginal graphic by P Hatley both copyrighted 2016