The Event

For six months straight The Art Committee met; Sixteen bright and eager minds Had planned the great event. For six months straight The artists looked ahead, Refining, polishing their jewels To shine at the event. The day arrived. Dark moisture-laden clouds Let loose their dreaded tears. Result of six months straight: The Art Committee's final words Announced with sick and heavy heart— "Call off the great event." The snow fence, isolated, wet, Stood naked in the fog; The artists packed their gems away— There was no great event. The plans of men, committee groups— Even with the strength Of sixteen bright and eager minds Who'd worked for six months straight— Dissolved in minutes' time By nature's fickle, idle whim To rain on the event. September 10, 2014 Contest: Up To You Again Sponsor: Brian Strand