The Touch of the Artist

The Touch Of The Artist The curtains were drawn aside I gasped with dropping jaw Spellbound at the magnificence Of the shimmery gigantic golden eagle Overpowering the stage With massive open wings To fly above the clouds The auditorium bedazzled With its looming presence Its black eyes and hooked nose Tilted frequently side to side Preying for parents In the audience seated A pyramid of tiny golden eaglets Hailed a welcome song On their school's annual show Having eyed their meat With a single swoop They drive their emotions to a teary edge Ripping their genetic hearts with pride My heart commended The visionaries laboriously working Behind the scenes in an endeavour To create a raison de etre For parents to feel proud of The tenacity of their children Which phoenix like Is reborn with The touch of the artist October 3, 2015 Contest: The Golden Eagle Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton * An ode to teachers for carving out the personalities of children who like an eagle learn to fly above the clouds while the rest of the birds seek shelter in the rain. They train them to be eagle eyed, to be focussed, to rip through obstacles with tenacity, to turn their dreams into reality and create a raison de etre for themselves