Stone with no
personality,
Hard, cold, plain, and ugly
Warms a heart, ignites passion
And intrigues a mental fascination
Jumbled pictures only his mind can see
Fly to the stone and set his image free
His patient, blistered, and strong hands
Reveal a soft soul in a determined man
Hard times are remembered in much sadness
At the same time their beauty prevails
Through his obsessive sculpting madness
His thoughts are now set in stone
As well as his name
Donatello will live in forever in glory and fame.
-- Adela Hernandez
