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How Art Started
How Art Started
I picked up a crayon
That’s how it started.
Every kid picks up a crayon,
But from mine I was not parted.
I picked up a pencil
That’s how it started.
Drawing without stencil
My first attempts were thwarted.
I picked up a marker
That’s how it started.
My birthday cards were sharper
Most of them were hearted.
I picked up a paint brush
That’s how it started.
Within the paint was a rush
From a sunset I’ll never be parted.
I picked up a ball of clay
That’s how it started.
My cottage out of the way,
Around the edge a picket fence march-ed.
I picked up a drawing class
That’s how it started.
My future clear now at last
The art teacher path I’ve started.
