This is one of my favorite poems by my son, Nathan Lighthart, at age 4.

It is morning
I look up high
Clouds of cotton candy in the sky
If I could fly
I would eat them

My Pencil

What’s up with my pencil?
It’s making a big sound.
It’s erasing and dancing.
It’s moving all around.

What’s up with my pencil?
It’s writing insults on a flyer.
I think it’s about my teacher.
Oh….liar, liar, liar.

What’s up with my pencil?
It’s gonna get me in trouble.
I already have 1 detention.
Now it will be double.

What’s up with my pencil?
It leaves me in doubt.
Should I break it in half?
Or just scream and shout?

What’s up with my pencil?
I can’t take it anymore
I didn’t finish my assignment.
Now the teacher’s showing me the door.

What’s up with my pencil?
How did I get in this mess?
I don’t think the principle will believe
that my pencil is possessed.

What’s up with my pencil?
It’s sure a mystery.
Now I got an after school detention-
just my boring PEN and me.

Kathryn Northup
2004-2005 Southern Lake Anthology Winner-6th Grade

 

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