I pick up my camera and go for a walk

I hope for an image of which people will talk

I stroll down lane, in fields and by brook

But the beauty I see is not what I took

I open the computer and download my shots

I crop and I alter all that I got

I change the highlights,colours and more

What I have left is not what I saw

As much as I try to capture the moment in time

Nature is not and will never be mine

It always eludes me and I capture it not

The photo I print is not what I shot

My Camera

By Frank Stretton