The Pen

This is a poem I wrote for school, I hope you guys enjoy this poem.

 

 

The Pen, the oak, and eagle’s wings.

 

The pen, the oak, and eagle’s wings

The pen is an important thing

Many over look its true value

For it is a common thing,

Yea it is what sign law in to place

Bring the rise of leaders

 

 

Yea the pen is also a treasure

To thoughts that see it greatest value

The value that can only be given by creation

Writing, creating, living is what the pen brings

For this reason I craft, the pen as my hammer

That the old blacksmith use to shape the metal

 

 

Let my craft bring joy to those who

Spend the time to read it and enjoy it

For alike all crafts it take time to craft

For that alone should be a reason to admire it,

Not leaving it forgotten on a shelf or in a box

Or in the back corner of some forgotten place

 

 

Yet the pen isn’t my only tool of the trade

But that of knowledge and wisdom

Knowledge can be learn easily

As where wisdom take years to gain

Year that only the oak can truly understand

For it’s never approaching natural death

 

The oak strong and wise

O how I strive to be just like it

For the only thing that scares the oak is

Blazing fires and axe men coming for it

Yet I don’t fear either for I know this

The Axe Man is my friend and he protects me

 

From the Blazing fires that surround everything

My friend the Axe Man protects me

He has been called many things

Like God, Christ, Lord, Savoir, Jesus

Yet I call him

Friend, brother, and father

 

 

In this dark time lighten by dark fires

I ask the Axe Man to give me eagle’s wings

To left me up and travel freely around this place

There beating gives me a calm peace

That nothing can dismiss

For as long as I’m on the eagle’s wing, there no harm

 

As long as the Axe Man and the eagle

His gift to me are around, I have nothing to fear

For besides death what is there to fear?

Yet death has no grip over me

For the only why death can claim me

Is if the Axe Man lets

 

And the Axe Man is my friend and my God

So death only comes when he come to claim

So what fear should there be in death?

For as long as I walk with the Axe man

Death is just the last page of this book

And the first of the never ending book

Author's Note

OK if you see something wrong with, point it out. If need be as blunt as need.

Reviews

[Carrie Ott]

Ooo...the last two lines are particularly great! There are many words of wisdom in here, you've incorporated many great things in addition to the already great attributes of God. Some of the lines in particular stood out to me also, as deeply poetic and thoughtful. For example - "For alike all crafts it take time to craft/For that alone should be a reason to admire it" and "For this reason I craft, the pen as my hammer/That the old blacksmith use to shape the metal" are wonderful. The first is a deep thought, the second is profound imagery. All in all, this is great free verse poetry. Not to mention your own deep feelings about God! Great job!