"Portraits and People" by Elaine Pekarske

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"The Gift"©
Acrylic 28x22 in When Beauty had her baby,
it was a time for celebration,
a time for Christmas trees and lights,
and the birth of a holy child,
As she gazed upon her newborns' face,
asleep within her arms,
she thanked her God,
for such a wondrous gift,
her son,
her gift of love.

Play my son,
and soothe my woes,
I'm weary from the grind.
Play my son,
and spin your tale,
of music through my mind.
Play my son,
and wash the dust,
of prairie from my soul.
Lighten the tasks,
and refresh the nerves,
of this young man turned old.
Play my son,
wash away my cares,
with medicine for my mind.

"A Serenade For The Sheriff"©
Acrylic 48x36 in

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"The Gift"© Acrylic 28x22 in	When Beauty had her baby, it was a time for celebration, a time for Christmas trees and lights, and the birth of a holy child, As she gazed upon her newborns' face, asleep within her arms, she thanked her God, for such a wondrous gift, her son, her gift of love.
Play my son, and soothe my woes, I'm weary from the grind. Play my son, and spin your tale, of music through my mind. Play my son, and wash the dust, of prairie from my soul. Lighten the tasks, and refresh the nerves, of this young man turned old. Play my son, wash away my cares, with medicine for my mind.	"A Serenade For The Sheriff"© Acrylic 48x36 in
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