We had to make a list of things that came to an end, then write a poem starting with the end of the thing and going to the beginning. So the end of the thing is at the beginning and the beginning is at the end (if that makes any sense at all).
Written on April 28th, 2008
I can't continue
My pen is out of ink
I never thought this pen would do that
I was so close to being done
My poem was almost finished
I saw the clock ticking
Peers scrambling to get the last couple lines in
I calmly write
No worries in my mind
All is good
My poem is coming along nicely
I feel the pen running smoothly over the lined paper
Papers crinkle
But not mine
I know what I'm doing
I have more then enought ime
We began to write
After the teacher said, "Go! Write!"
I grab a pen off Hillary's desk
Grab paper out of my notebook
As we were all listening to the instructions
We had made a list
Now it was time to put it to use
The list had contained things that came to an end
I used this pen to write that list
I grabben the pen
Tore out some notebook paper
And began to write for the first time
With this pen
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