I used to watch Watercolour Challenge
I loved its beauty its simplicity
Margaret bought me sketchbooks and crayons
Her faith in me methinks credulity
I tried to draw and colour from a photo
A boat out sailing towards the Roonah Quay
From out Clare Island harbour it was ploughing
A place of beauty as ever you might see
My brother Michael looked upon my effort
And slowly a smile spread o’er his face
‘A certain childlike quality’ he murmured
And that was me put gently in my place
I love to paint with words that’s my profession
I loved it when a sermon went down well
To see a bright response on people’s faces
It’s the sizzle not the steak that you sell
Whatever work we do it can be beauty
Like sweeping up a yard or kitchen sink
The perfect cup of tea the homemade soda
Everything is beauty don’t you think?
Brian Fahy
9 November 2021
Erris Poetry 