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Susan K. Rowse

The Potter

The potters wheel turns with life
His hands give birth to art
The speed of moistened clay shines
From energies in his heart
His hands are large...his eyes are wide
With each turn and shove
He dishes out a work of art
With fingers sculpting love
The wheel turns round between his knees
His heart is on his sleeve
Then with his palms he smooths the clay
His whistle on a breeze
The potter is a man of art
Chosen for this talent
His love is gifted in his hands
From hours or just minutes
His final product is beautiful
When dried and glazed in time
This potter is a friend to me
And with his art he shines!