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Mosaics Class
I am not artistic, but
I signed up for a class
To learn to make mosaics
Out of little bits of glass.
We studied some examples
From a long-past ancient date
Then received our own materials
With which we could create.
I watched my classmates jump right in,
Ideas at their command,
While staring blankly at the tiles
And glue I had at hand.
With paper and a pencil,
I can quickly craft a rhyme.
My talents don’t extend to places
Where the words aren’t prime.
Yet I’ll complete my project
And will proudly bring it home,
Knowing it will never equal
Even my worst-written poem.
Copyright ©
Ilene Bauer
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