Photostory 2
Photostory 2
Inquisitive in nature born
But lacking tools to fuel his thoughts
His family did not share his gifts
Just toiling hard and to exist
Hs ebon hair and tiny hand
picked up a pencil in the sand
Then slowly walked to his abode
With rolled up paper from the bread
He sat upon a soiled bench
And cut his paper into three
And with his pencil he did draw
his shapes and lines creating art
intrinsic to his value sought
The soft lead pencil shaded deft
he held the paper oe’r his head
And smiled, accomplished what he did
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November 27, 2017
Copyright © Ralph Sergi | Year Posted 2017
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