My Pencil
September 10, 2008 at 11:12 pm 4 comments
Final Draft
So much depends upon my pencil
My short, stubby mystical pencil
Eternally there when I desired
Following me wherever I went
I’ve misplaced it so many times
It always manages to find me
In the bathroom of my high school
On the floor, sitting patiently
Hiding clandestinely in my bag
Following me up to school
A seven year journey
My pencil
Forever by my side
First Draft
So much depends upon my pencil
My short, stubby pencil
Always there when I needed
Following me wherever I went
I’ve lost it so many times
But it always finds me.
In the bathroom of my high school
On the floor sitting patiently
Hiding secretly in my bag
Following me up to school
A seven year journey
My pencil
Always by my side
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Emily Johnson | September 11, 2008 at 6:05 pm
Wow Rockie, what a great poem! I think this is a unique thing to write about; I sure don’t know many people who have kept a pencil for 7 years! That is commendable in my eyes! And I love that you wrote the word clandestinely. What a great word! I think you did an amazing job on this poem!
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Kasey Yow | September 11, 2008 at 4:02 pm
So sorry about not adding you on my blogroll, you are on there for sure now! Awesome job on the poetry by the way!
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heatherstidhams | September 11, 2008 at 4:13 pm
I really love this poem! It’s completely amazing that you have had the same pencil for seven years. I really like the part about the pencil finding you when you lose it. Great job!
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jacoby321 | September 13, 2008 at 11:41 am
Hey Rock good job on those poems! I enjoyed reading your revisions because I could see what you thought didn’t quite fit into the poems! I love how you in a way made it sound like the lip gloss and the pencil were actually living beings. You said your pencil always seems to find you and that your lip gloss glittered up your world. Great writing!