Our journeys in life we are born to pursue
And that everyone gifted in some way i believe to be true
Old Benny the Nature Artist was buried today
In Nature's earthy bosom his last remains lay
He sketched Nature's beauty the mountains, rivers, fields and trees
As well as animals and birds and insects and bees
The wild growing flowers in his walks he did see
In his leisure hours he sketched from memory
His beloved Annie the love of his life
For forty years to him a devoted wife
That to her he became a stranger does seem sad to say
She lives in a home for the aged today
Though he never will sketch Nature's beauty again
Those who knew him fond memories of him will retain.
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