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*The picture below elicited the following poem:
“A Lyrical-Letter to My Art Teacher.”
NOTE: I always got an “A” on my art work. But was worried I would end up with a “B” on the picture you see above because I had to erase a number of times in an effort to correct the airplane wings. I didn’t succeed, as you can see! But the strong emotion involved in the whole project elicited the following poem:
“A Letter to My Art Teacher:
Dear Mr. Webb:
If you’ll take mercy on my age,
You’ll excuse the mistakes on this page;
But look at it and like it not,
The blood in my veins will be running hot!
I thought and I drew to get an “A,”
And expected it to be that way.
The smudges and the creases you see
Were made ’cause I didn’t want a “B.”
Don’t see the badness; the goodness instead.
I drew it all with a pencil lead.
The idea didn’t come from brain,
But I drew it’s all just the same.
Isn’t it wonderful? I think it is.
The dolly was made for sister Liz;
The drum was made in honor of Ted —
He does so admire purple and red.
The rest was made’cause the idea was that way;
I think it’s the image of a Christmas Day.
I know, myself, the airplane is queer;
To leave it out would ruin the design so dear.
Of course, if you don’t give me an “A,
“It means you didn’t see it that way.
But I spent a very long time on it.
For hours it seems I did sit,
Trying to make my X-Mas scene perfect.
If you knew how hard it was to do,
You’d take mercy on my age —
My inexperience too;
You’d think of it my way,
And in your grade book
Mark another “A.”
Note: It seems my lyrical-letter worked:
Mr. Webb gave me an “A.”
Then wrote a little poem of his own
“You’ve been a good student
Your pictures are great
And well worth an ‘A’.”
(That made my day!)
NOTE: The following is the original poem, written on the back of the above picture. Following this handwritten lyrical-letter are some of the pictures I did in art classes, from ages twelve through fourteen.