This poem is dedicated to our grandson, Hudson, who is excited about second grade and just a little worried about learning multiplication.
Sharp
by Alicia Woodward
new yellow no. 2
meets metal sharpener
a tiny hand turns the crank
simple wood and graphite
hold lessons of the past
and dreams of the future
an elegant invention
for a lifetime of
silvery etchings
letters and words
facts and figures
thoughts and ideas
the other end a reminder
mistakes are expected
that’s how we learn §
“Everybody makes mistakes, that’s why they put erasers on pencils.”
~Tommy Lasorda
The Simple Swan 