backpacker

backpacker

A Poem by Penn Writeswell

 

One strap back pack

Its color: pitch black

Its shape:  triangular sack

Step back

Click clack

Goes the buckle

Grasped between my knuckles

It holds what I need

It holds what I read

It’s built just for me

Its application is necessity

It fits me so definitely

It is my destiny…

© 2008 Penn Writeswell


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Penn Writeswell
Penn Writeswell

Los Angeles, CA



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I'd like to think of myself as a gentleman of sorts. Writing is not one of my stronger points, but I pride myself in being as correct as possible when it comes to English, as it was...is. more..

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