For this week, I have chosen option number 3 of the choices mentioned - choosing an unsung work of art and writing a ekphrastic poem about it. I chose something that my mom did years ago when she worked as a counselor at Camp Friedenswald. What it is, is a wallhanging, made with a piece of burlap, with pieces of cloth attached to the front with glue, and pieces of burlap taken out from the sides to make the sides more frilly. String is attached to the top, and there is a thick stick that is woven through the string. The great thing, is that it has stayed together all of these years!

Happiness of Life

Made with love...
with hands I love...
at the place I love.

Sometimes, life is a pain.
Sunshine brightens up our life
and when it is warm and sunny,
music is never far behind.

Dance always follows music,
whether swaying or jumping
up and down to a beat, we
cannot bear to sit still.

This brings color to our personalities,
to our experiences and to our lives,
because color is happiness,

happiness is sunshine, and sunshine
brings us life.
In time, we grow old. Learn new
ways, and sometimes, we forget.

Sunshine, music, color, and dance
will always be a part of us,
if we let it. In all of these, too,
I see love.

Life is made with love.


-Melanie Hertzler