Canterberry Tales (The Painter) (Made up chapter)

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The town stood there

Gloomy, dull, and colorless

Such a terrible sight to see

As dark as the night sky

It seemed day never showed its face

I lacked a town to work for

Since everywhere I went exploded with color

No one needed me and I felt gloomy

I needed to belong somewhere

This was the perfect place

To let my brush cover the buildings

In bright colors to please all

So I walked into this needy town

Ignored all the sad faces

As I got to work

Then my story began

It was near the end of spring time

When I first began my project

Working hard to make this town shine

With my oh so divine colors

The people dragged their feet around

Their expressions were ones of sadness or boredom

I ignored it so it did not bring me down

Continuing on with my work as I wished

House after house got finished

After I finished the most important buildings first

It took a while and quite a deal of my time

Many buckets of paint were lost

To this dear project

I was attempting to save a town

Trying to bring back the happiness they lacked

With my colors

My greens as bright as the grass

My purples like the sunset

My oranges looked like a fox

My yellow imitated the sun

My red like a flower

I cannot remember just now

For I am a painter not a planter

My blues stayed away

For the people were already blue

They did not need another reason to feel it

As each building was finished

The resident would start smiling

But it did not impact the others

They were in their own world

Which is why

The whole town looked so bad

Trash filled the streets

No one ever cleaned

The houses were all so dingy

But I worked my hardest

To make the town brighter

Since I saw how the color changed them

My thoughts were correct

Each house looked marvelous

When I was done

The people smiled

Like no one ever had smiled before

And they had not in this place before

The town started growing

More people coming

Because it had always been nice enough

But without color

It went to a dark place

No one really wanted to explore

Now it was brighter

Now it was greater than ever before

The people all thanked me

But I stayed busy

Due to more residents coming

And building more houses

I now had a home

A place I belonged

And they all had happiness

Now that is where my story ends

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⏰ Last updated: Aug 26, 2011 ⏰

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