His photo shows a man of faith, a saint.
(I use that holy word advisedly.)
His goal in art not for the weak or faint;
A solitary goal, suprisedly.

Raised in West Texas on a cotton farm,
A cotton clerk for all of thirty years,
Who as a child fell under art’s sweet charm,
Now quit his job, and struggled in arrears

To show, in starkest black and white alone,
The passion of the cotton industry:
Each aspect of the work, from seed and loan,
To poor and rich, and gross inequity.

He showed a love for God, and love for what he knew.
He only hoped to live to see his mission through.

Copyright (2006) by Arnold Cantor.
All rights reserved.

[Started about October 15, 2006; completed October 18, 2006.]