As the world goes on moving; People singing and dancing, Friends laughing and playing, Couples walking hand in hand, Man and best friend running in the sand, Hustle and bustle on the streets, Gray pavement trodded by paws and feet, On the corner turning lights, Strangers looking at the sights, Children playing games new and old, A youth waiting for his story to be told. As the world goes on moving; A poet sits there writing, An artist sells an oil painting, Another with a shiny new saxaphone, Is there such a thing as perfect tone? Brass echoing through the streets, Fresh canvas waiting for a color sweep, Charcoal dusted fingertips, Shades of red and pink contoured lips, Sheets of music scattered about, Looking for a face with perfect pout. As the world goes on moving; Hearts and souls entwining, Love so deep and pining, Dreams of the future in young minds, Thoughts of all mankind, Deep in the artists soul, Musical notes begin to roll, The brush guided by the eyes, Eyes that see deep inside, Fingers glide across the keys, Pencils versing in twos and threes. As the world goes on moving; Every young artist practicing, Forefathers of the art they are studying, Each heart filled with inspiration, To fulfill its aspirations, Desire flows from within, To learn all from his soulful kin, The search for our perfect nook, Found deep within our inner brook, Each note, rhyme, canvas and sculpture, Moving world, is pure enrapture. ~Cinda

Young Artist

Campbell Family Arts Page

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