Member Poem

Mr.Painter please do your dance....As the tape goes on , the colors they split. 
Like the clouds in the sky ,when a sun ray they hit.. 
 He will bring back to life the beauty we once knew, 
As we sat here and rusted under the sky blue. 
 The tape it goes on like a blueprint in play.
To separate two colors by the end of the day.. 
 Like a woman with her eyeliner his hands are so steady, 
It's like they were asking "where have you been?" 
 We are so ready to take upon the colors we had back then... 
He brings us back to life,like a new found friend.. 
 With a hand and his wand he holds and he sways.. 
From his left to his right,to bring back our colors vibrant, 
 and bright.. 
A new face we been given,after years of weather we had to fight. 
 From his left to his right he puts our colors on. 
Like he is dancing to a slow song.. 
 As its trying to rain he keeps on going.. 
This man the painter,who paints us bright..
 To save us to restore us,to bring us back to knew, 
Until we are finished his wand will not stop, 
 until we are painted from the bottom to the top.. 
Now that he is finished.. 
 We have our second chance.. 
Thanks to the Painter,and his magical dance.