Ode To A Pencil Poem by Nate Flying Owl

Ode To A Pencil



Lead marks swept across the page,
Forming words, sentences and ideas,
Articulating fundamental truths,
An extension of the voice
That gives a writer strength to bear hardship.
What brutal insanity would prevail
If this was never again utilized?

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