My PencilA Poem by Steve KittellAn appreciation for the little things in lifeMy pencil in
hand - mind set free Erasing the
chains binding me Safe in my
world of poetry A better
friend there cannot be
No rhyme or
reason there’s to flee No shackles of
society No meter of
conformity No question of
sincerity
No judge, jury
or guilty plea No door can
stop my slender key I’ll wander through
infinity Another side
of life’s journey
Draw lines
that know no boundary Return with
words for all to see Arrange them
well - create beauty Then thank
that little piece of tree © 2014 Steve KittellFeatured Review
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3 Reviews Added on August 3, 2014 Last Updated on August 14, 2014 Tags: pencil poetry creativity imagina AuthorSteve KittellIn the shadow of Windmill Cottage, East Greenwich, RIAboutHaving suffered almost fifty years of writers block I'm back, picking up exactly where I left off, as a mischievous five year old. Current chidren's poems can be seen at: http://www.childrens-stori.. more..Writing
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