The Outdoor Art Fair
The outdoor art fair’s housed in tents
Where photographs and oils
And watercolors wait for sales
So artists earn their spoils.
At first, the sun was out though the
Humidity was high,
As would-be customers and neighbors
Leisurely strolled by.
Admiring the art, we also
Found some artists who
Enjoyed discussing how they started
Doing what they do.
We didn’t make a purchase but
The art work did impress,
Yet later on the sky turned dark
And if I had to guess…
Those artists had to scramble,
Taking down each cool display,
‘Cause it seems like there’s a thunderstorm
That’s headed this-a-way.
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