If I Could Step Into A Painting

There’s a painting on the eighth floor of an old apartment highrise,
Some mountains and a mountain stream amid a grove of pine trees.
I like to look when I am there, to picture my escape,
To feel and taste and see and hear the world beyond the paint.
If I could step into that world, I’d take you along,
We’d pitch our tents beside the stream and listen to its song.
We’d watch a golden sunset wash the mountain peaks with color
We’d listen to the silvery notes the flocking birds would utter.
I like to think of sitting there, within that pristine haven,
To smell the air and feel the breeze up there where earth meets heaven.
I wonder, do the building tenants wander there as well?
Do their own imaginations soar beyond their frail shells?
Would they come and meet us there, upon that spot of shore?
Or do they walk right past it without seeing anymore?

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2 thoughts on “If I Could Step Into A Painting

  1. Shirley Holloway

    Wow, I love it. I can picture it in my minds eye.


  2. Deana Griffin

    That was beautiful, Sarah. I hope you write a novel and publish it. You have such a way with words.


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