The Potter's Son

The Potter's son is a little tall,
his hands are big and his hair is as red as fall.

He works all day,
and he reads through the night.

He bakes the bricks and mixes the clay;
he forms the pots in every which way.

He is nice and friendly to all he meets,
but he is lonely and quiet before he sleeps.

His mind is quick with laughs and wit,
his heart is big with love to show.

He never means harm, yens to see,
the smile on your face and eyes filled with glee.

He is the Potter's son and works so hard.
He never complains and He writes like the Bard.

So give him a wave and smile and see,
that the Potter's son is more than the eye perceives.