Thursday, June 11, 2009

Book Shelf

holding
up books
with
all might
waiting
all ways
to lose a book.
Within
every shelf
holding with
no
respect.
When
it
can't take
it anymore
it cracks
and dies.
When
another
is made
it waits
on a
shelf.
And when
bought.
This
poem
is
repeated
for
generations
until
there
is
no
more
left
in the world.


A poem by my Third Grade Son. The assignment was to write a poem about an object taken for granted.

4 comments:

  1. A classic poem for the ages !! Congratulations !!!

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  2. wow, that's great!

    i don't know many adults that can express themselves that eloquently...

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