White tents flapping in the wind, <br />audience claps to sounds of violins. <br />Air carries chatter across green grass, <br />children playfully run and laugh. <br /> <br />Inside tents artists strive <br />with crafts they've brought to life, <br />as scudding clouds momentarily hide <br />that sun which eternally shines. <br /> <br />Art emerges in wood and stone <br />in paint or pots or cloth that's wove <br />and there appears His smile <br />as the artists seeming labour all the while.<br /><br />David Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/art-show-2/
