Anne Bracker on mon 16 dec 96
I know it has been a while since the Poetry and Pottery thread, but I
just remembered this poem and wanted to share it. - Anne Bracker
I took a piece of plastic clay
And idly fashioned it, one day.
And as my fingers pressed it, still
It moved and yielded to my will.
I came again, when days were passed,
That bit of clay, was hard at last,
The form I gave it, still it bore,
And I could change that form no more.
Then I took a piece of LIVING clay
And gently formed it, day by day.
And molded with my power and art,
A young child s soft and yielding heart.
I came again when years were gone,
It was a man I looked upon.
He still that early impress bore,
And I could change it, nevermore.