Friday, October 30, 2009
First Grade
I heard the crack
and saw jagged edges
poking the air.
A tear traced my little
cheek and hung from
my trembling chin.
I broke my pencil.
and saw jagged edges
poking the air.
A tear traced my little
cheek and hung from
my trembling chin.
I broke my pencil.
1 comments:
One night, I asked a friend of mine to give me a topic for a poem. She either said something about breaking a pencil or third grade; I can't remember exactly. In any case I wrote this poem, originally entitled "Third Grade."
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