DULL PENCILS
Three sharp pencils have been dulled today,
I have written twelve poems as we travelled our way
To our family who live up north, beautiful to behold,
As we went many ideas through in my mind showed.
Just about six hours and the words seemed to flow free,
As if there was a word fountain flowing inside of me.
Now our journey will soon be all over and safely done,
Yes, glancing up many a wonderful view of nature I won.
With forests and lakes unmarred and no longer cold.
There may be one more verse left in this dull pencil end,
I thought there would be plenty, on them depend
Next time we travel I’ll sharpen a whole pile more,
You cannot help but be impressed by nature, writing not a chore.

(Millicent) Ann Margetson June 4, 2004