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Evelyne Weatherford



The Artisan

We artist give away, our status at a glance…
The hunching of our shoulders, with our tools we hold our stance.

We painters stand up tall, with our brushes we do wheel…
We appear to stare to heaven, but it’s our painting we do feel.

We jewelry makers nibble, with our fingers made of steel…
From hours of constant working, we often skip a meal.

We potters toil and spin, with lumps of earthen clay…
To create a harden specimen, that only time could cause decay.

These are not all the crafters, many more we do exist…
Just know that we are out here, preserving nature is our gift.

E S Weatherford

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