BrickI used to want to be a thing of art.
But in the basking sunlight now I try
It is good to be of use. I am wanted here.
Without me this walkway would not be.
We make it so.
But what if I could be a marble sight,
Or even one of concrete, lion-like
To guard the yard?
A fanciful bird, a cow, a frog -
A thing of beauty or laughs. But no.
I am a brick.
And I should take my pleasure in this fact.
Walk on me. I may not be of pleasant form.
But I am here.
copyright E Glas Durboraw, December 12, 2001 - Birmingham