Golly Kwame Wonder

Why do I so adore these creative crafts
Man has such beauty in mind
For it's a blooming field
Filled with rich cherries
A mountain side of rainbow roses
That appreciates the work of the master craftsman.

This one sculpture so much adored
A carved wooden woman carrying a pot
And carrying a baby on that restless back
Painted in the rich dye of the earth
- Beauty Black
- Black Beauty
And so full of life for the soul
like the lush green grove
Where she draws from the stream.

Such sculpt of skillful craft
For she is the true aroma of nature
The scion of a cherished culture.
She appears in every piece, captured
In the sonnets of the lyricists
Rhyming in the rhythms of verses.

The portrait in the painter's gallery
- So much brighter
With true therapeutic herbs
Smiling back at the old painter
Making him find lasting rest
Satisfied at his sun set.

When stared at, she smiles
But is sad when my gaze is missing
If she finds comfort in me
Why should I not settle the craftsmen
And treasure a seed of my root.

Golly Kwame Wonder