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 Poetry
Pencil By Michael Inside the bright yellow pencil, the sunny tan wood. Inside the sunny tan wood, the dripping green tree. Inside the dripping green tree, the golden brown. Inside the golden brown, the rapid blades of a chainsaw. Inside the rapid blades of a chainsaw, the thump of a tree in pain. Inside the thump of a tree in pain, the bright yellow pencil. Surf fast, rough balancing, falling, jumping falling off the board long board Worm squiggly, slimy digging, toiling, eating loves digging very much earthworm If I were in charge of the world I’d cancel all subjects in school except gym and recess and replace them with video game class and talk hour. If I were in charge of the world there’d be milkshakes 10 feet tall and everything would be free. If I in charge of the world rules would be far gone, the only rule I’d have to make is no rules. If I were in charge of the world every would be rated E and kids would be in charge of parents and you’d have unlimited lives I am the warthog that fights I am the lighting that shocks I am the hawk that glides I am the red that burns I am the bubbles that burst I am the spark in the mind I am intense, I am hurt less Red is the color of a dripping cheeseburger and a juicy apple. Red is ketchup and tomatoes. It’s flames, lava and anger. Plus Nicks eraser and a hungry crab. Also Nicks power band. Red is also the vision of “crash”. Red is a new present. That is the color of red. Article posted June 14, 2012 at 12:16 PM • comment • Reads 628 • Return to Blog List Add a CommentPosted Comments |
About the Blogger Hi! I am a student in 3rd grade at J.Fithian Tatem Elementary school. I like writing about war or reading. My favorite thing to do is have Nerf war with my friends. If we do team battle my favorite position is spy or if we are doing free for all, I just go crazy. 
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