Species Homo Habilis were nobody's fools,
Gaining this name as they made their own tools
Sixty years' drawing brought me to decide
On a thick blade of wax, about two inches wide.
A chisel edge would grade tones from the line,
While a tip or a corner gave marks that were fine.
Reviewing this drawing I'm amazed at the verve,
But one has to be tough and hold one's nerve.
Two legs mean four lines at the going rate,
With a coward's indecision I have more than eight.
But then again, some lines are grand -
Look at the one below her left hand.
The very best lines are barely drawn.
This one simply allows the form.