Sallie Marie Tompkins
'My Pencil' 12/8/08 - Poem by Sallie Marie Tompkins
My favorite pencil is a rubber number 2.
Packs at Officemax, Staples, and Walmart,
don't keep me blue.
It loves to draw what I love,
it grows art like a farmer does potato spuds.
It's constantly rubbed by affection,
writing down my life lessons.
It is solid on loose leaf paper with my confessions.
The pencil is my friend,
that births poetry into a reality,
it prevents fatalities, it saves nationalities.
My pencil is my friend that let hopes begin,
so I daily win, when I pick up my resourceful number 2,
that's my favorite pencil, now how about u?
Sallie Marie Tompkins 2008
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