To walking in late the very first day
To immediately start by getting dirty in clay
And meeting my complete opposite
But one of my best friends, Sammi
Ode to Anna’s laugh and
Not caring what everybody says
Ode to Erin’s vase and everlasting patience
Thank you for being skeptical
So I knew the quote on my cup was bogus
To Olia’s rose that by no other name
Would smell as sweet
To Caitlin Coursey’s cup of Squares
An array of sharp, yet shunning symmetry
Ode to Brad’s lightening and peacock feathered cup
To all his clean, careful, and tidy work
Ode to professor’s pot of Gold inspiration from real life
To Irena’s reindeer and fruit treats
Ode to her dragon
To Maria’s chimney and stunning deep planet Plate
To her Imagination Land Boat and love for brick detail
Ode to Patricia Pineda’s Vase with interweaves of vines
Ode to Bridget’s humor and unique pieces
To never surrendering to
The coil or the raku
Ode the Lime I-pod
The medley of music
That calms us
Ode to recycling the clay that doesn’t make until it is reborn
