The Final Mosaics Class
I watched the projects taking shape,
All varied in design –
A tree, a flower, a giraffe,
All different from mine.
One displayed a pot of blooms,
Another one huge eye,
Each finished effort proving
This was surely worth a try.
With some guidance from our teachers,
Grout was slathered ‘til it dried,
Then we gently wiped it off
And showed our artwork off with pride.
Trying something new’s a challenge
But the effort you expend
May, like making a mosaic,
Come together in the end.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2024
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