Faces bow In days unknowing
Gaze upon a virgin sheet
Smileys in a snowstorm glowing
Painting lips which never meet
Houses burning, windmills turning
Perky petals incomplete
See the aspirations sow
Birds and buses come and go
Tiny cramped and sticky people
Bride and groom beneath a steeple.
Faces bow in days unknowing
Eggs are whole and seldom crack
Single rocket set to blasting
Will you give my rubber back?
Yvonne Rautenbach
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/futures-in-art-children-painting/
