Ode To My Pencil
An ode to my pencil
To the strokes of the tip
Expressing my thoughts
The firm feeling of a grip
An ode to my pencil
To the mistakes that are written
The imagery that is caught
The ideas that are given
An ode to my pencil
Sharp lines of emotion
Direction being sought
My mind in motion
An ode to my pencil
Imagination whirring
Precision that can't be taught
Feelings stirring
An ode to my pencil
For guiding my hand
With care that can't be bought
Creates an ending that is grand
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