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
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