POETRY, MUSIC, AND ART
Poetry, Music, and Art,
Got together one day over tea,
They taunted and teased
As to which was the best of the three.
Poetry said, "I move people's hearts,"
Said Music, "I stir
"Hmm," Art thought for a moment,
Then declared, "I touch
They agreed each had great value,
But which one did
the most good?
Without hesitation Music spoke up,
As everyone knew
Never held back by shyness,
Music always blew her own
"I'm the first sound a baby hears,"
She said, "When it is newly
"The first time a mother rocks her child,
I'm the sweet
lullaby that is heard,"
"Hold on," admonished Poetry,
"Who was it that wrote your words?"
Now Art rolled her eyes, "Pooh pooh," she cried.
"I play an early part, too,
I decorate new
In shades of pinks or blues."
And I'm there for a child as he grows,"
Art went on to say,
"I lead him from his coloring books,
To the real
works of art on display.
"Ho ho," laughed Music heartily,
"A child can't dance
And as he grows older, his first romance
Often starts with my
"I am a man's constant companion,
I make his life complete,
I'm with him when he celebrates,
And I'm with him when he weeps."
Then Poetry said, shaking her head,
"My job is never
I start tots off with nursery rhymes,
That's when love of words is
"Then, while in school, they are exposed
To master poets of the past,
They memorize their famous lines,
Which often even last."
"Folks appreciate me all their lives,
I end up sometimes on
Or I am written in memoriam,
For souls who have gone
"Ah yes," commented Art,
"I'm there, too, when someone
I am the portrait of the loved one,
That makes the family
"I arrange the flowers at the church,
And see the colors are just right,
And then I decorate again,
At the barren, cold grave site."
"Well," added Music, sadly,
"I am the requiem
As mourners say their last farewells,
And bow their heads
"I am the voice of the soloist,
Or the hymn the choir sings,
Or the organ with its somber chords
Or the bells the chaplain rings."
"Now that's enough; let's all cheer up"
Art dried her
tears and spoke,
"I feel I inspire Poetry
To write her words of
"And what's more, I encourage Music
To create her lovely melodies,"
I touch the hearts of both
I must be the greatest of us three."
Poetry then took her stand
And a dreamy look was in
"Oh Art, how many of my verses
Have made you paint and
"And, Music," continued Poetry,
"How many tunes have you
Based wholly on my written words?
Oh, I must be the greatest
"Now look you two," said Music,
"I, too, can
pass these tests,
I have inspired both of you,
So I must be the very
"Poetry, I made you write,
You could not restrain your
And, Art, I made your colors flow,
Time and time again."
So Poetry, Music, and Art.
Looked at each other in
They recognized their mutual worth,
And their debate was called a
They shook hands and hugged and smiled,
In admiration and
The world indeed a better place,
Because these three had
Virginia (Ginny) Ellis
2004 ~ Revised May 2005
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