Summer Of Hope
It was the month of June In the class of fine arts Alice sat singing the tune "Sun's Shining, Let us not depart" Mr. Hope was young with a beard Gentle and deep was his voice Stood by the side of the board And swept the heart of Alice A skillful teacher that he was Listened to the minds with care His breath waited for a pause As Alice enjoyed the bright glare A teacher of art in the picture Toiled everyday for the perfection Of his pupils' art that's amateur Driving their art in the right direction Alice visited Mr. Hope's studio Studied the pictures of the magical place And dreamed to gift a present To the man of beauty and grace That could say a thousand words The joy that was created in his art She made an album of his works And spoke the feelings of her heart Suddenly awoken by the ringing bell Mr. Hope looked at Alice playfully Took her out of the lovely spell Acknowledging her passion tot...