wood carving

by michelle | April 9, 2017
Poetry Contest 2017


He picked the wood out nice and smooth.
A little wide but not to long.
He sands the surface smooth as glass.
A statue so unlike the last.
Something new a tiny treasure.
All done while he was at his leisure.
A tiny girl has stopped to cry.
He doesn't no the reason why.
He wipes the teardrop from her eye.
Stop and gives a great big sigh.

This treasure here is yours you see.
And yes you surely can thank me.
The smile you give will seal my
fate another treasure to create.

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