Hollie's Poem

Passing by
something catches his eye
He stops to glance
and then to look
He lingers here
His eyes appear
to be taking in
something sincere
He's drawn in now
really somehow
taken to a place
a different time and space
The colors are rich
breathtakingly real
it's almost as if
he could reach out and feel
the textures,the edges,
the scenic surmise
And yet it's only
a play on his eyes
For he stands now transfixed
on a remarkable pic
that he's so grateful
he didn't miss.

Hanging there
how could one not stop
and stare?