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The older I get,

the more I see the world

as a Rockwell painting.

Moving people

become still objects,

and still objects dance.



Today I saw

an old man with a cane,

walking along the

sidewalk

carrying a bouquet

of roses.

In a split second,

he became a portrait.



I saw a magnolia tree

come alive in the

wind, and a still lake

became a water ballet;

a wounded sparrow

flew away.



As I travel forward,

I know that someday, this

trail will end.

At the end of the way,

I will gaze upon

the decoupage of my life

in vivid color,

and in the bottom corner, in

small print, will be the

name, “Rockwell,

authentic.”