Today was a day where there was so much to learn but not enough time. The seminar with Mrs. Everett was a real eye opener. I knew that Romans paid a lot of attention to detail in the arts department but I never knew how much. At the end of the seminar I had no idea how to process the information to share with all of you. However I thought a poem would hopefully convey the information that I learned in an effective way, with flair!
Beauty Rome’s Mother
At the birth of a people when no one was around
Beauty found the helpless child lying on the ground
She taught the child art in its purest form
From sculpting to painting and then building forums
In the child’s early years
When the world was new
The mother taught him religious art
And made old Biblical stories new
Next she moved to architecture
And let the little one run wild
In which he built the Colosseum
The biggest thing in miles
She saw he had a gift
And said to him one day
Build the world a Pantheon
And he simply said okay
As the years went on
And the boy grew into a man
There were four young people
Who became his biggest fan
The mother told her son
To teach them a thing or two
To help them carry on a legacy
Like he would soon have to do
Years have passed and centuries too
But still the son and mother
Are bonded through and through
From:
Valerie Cordier-Rice
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