My proudest work comes from water and dirt Artistry and patience is my quirk With a bucket and tools my options are endless Small vessel, medium vessel, large vessel
My soft hands feel with the clay My steady hands become the clay Keeping the vessel together and contained My vessel is a blossom sprouted from water and dirt
This poem was the very 1st that I have ever written. i decided to write about something I love and thats pottery, i hope that you enjoy!