Poetry About Art

Art

Art comes in many forms,

Art comes in many ways,

Art takes us back to way back when,

Back to the olden days.

The Mona Lisa is a prize,

For exquisite beauty,

Art can come in any size,

Or even any shape,

Art is history told in color,

In the best of ways.

Wood Wizard

He is a man with talent,

The talent of the wood,

He's not a man of evil,

Only a man of good,

He carves things out of bark,

And sells them in his shop,

The shop stays open in the light and even in the dark,

No one ever sees the shop,

For it's tucked deep in the woods,

 For a woodsman needs his wood,

To create his work of art.

Stone of Art

Maya went out walking, 

Stone tools in her hand,

She came upon a boulder,

And thought of something grand,

She put her chisel to that rock,

And hammered it right in,

And that day so stood the ending of that great block,

But in it's place,

A statue stands,

Of seven children holding hands,

An they stand for all the lands,

That our Earth has today.