Written by seven-year-old Jordan R  this poem is reproduced with the original spelling and punctuation of the poet.

Art is the meaning of life.

You are art,

So are the trees,

The grass blowing in wind,

And clouds …

Oh, how I admire their gracefulness,

Almost as if they are dancing across the clear blue sky.

A book

A nice 450 page chapter book,

That you read while you are under the tree outside the art school

The suspenseful words that an author rote.

Art is only any-thing that makes you happy.

So admire art,

It’s not just beutiful

It’s part of your heart.

Detacatied to Kathy Anderson, my fav. Art teacher ever.