Pencils

• Casey Johnston, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2005

why do they do this to
us.they snap our noses and

shove us into crowded containers. who do they
think they are cutting off our

faces. don't they know it hurts.we only
want to be free in the wild.children

slobber all over us and we are
sick of it.they use us to write on paper.

every day we are going down
in numbers because they are still sharpening

off our heads which makes us
smaller every time and then we get chucked

into the trash. every time we hear them
coming we scatter,hide and run for

cover. one day just one day we will be free from them. they grab us tight around

our necks and stomachs and it well
and truly hurts. oh how I wish I could do it to them.