Great attempt at a poem. There's more lead in your brain than in your pencil! I'm all for saving the trees. It's all those little electrons that have gone up to the cloud instead of sticking around that I'm worried about.
And, I'm way ahead of you. With this voice dictation system, my keyboard is obsolete and so will be smudgy fingers on smart pads and smart phones. Siri will outlast us all. By the way, have you seen my ink pot and quill pen? I seem to have lost it somewhere in time.
I myself prefer pen and paper when I sit down to write. my words have to flow through the pen first. Sitting at a computer just isn't the same, so I can really relate to this well done write.
As children, how we loved our pencils and all the accoutrements that come with the pencil as you show in your picture. The poem evokes memories. Well said (in lead). John
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I still use pencils.
Always,
Deborah
Regis
And, I'm way ahead of you. With this voice dictation system, my keyboard is obsolete and so will be smudgy fingers on smart pads and smart phones. Siri will outlast us all. By the way, have you seen my ink pot and quill pen? I seem to have lost it somewhere in time.
Ron
Michael D.
One of your finest.
Creative.
Sensible.
Sensitive.
Succinct !
Pencil ... R.I.P. 😜😜😜
While smoke swirls bolted in the air
Something worthwhile like sticky hash
Enter the ballroom Lady Faire
Love ya!
Jane