Blowing Glass
As I watched the glass blower
Skillfully work his ware
First there was nothing
Then just a little something
Appeared.. in thin air
At first there was no beauty
Just a little blob
What skill this person possessed
Because appeared a clear glob
Then as he worked it
A form, a shape began to appear
I began to see beauty
Where non was..last year
As time passed, changes
He did make, the globe
Now amber began to take its shape
Years have passed, see
That amber bowl
Yes, that item of beauty
For the eyes to behold
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2010
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