Chloe T.

Perspective Poem

I Am a Drawing

I am a drawing

I wonder if I will be erased or colored in

I hear scribble scrabble, shick, shick

I see so many colors and lines

I want to have a friend to talk to

I am super happy

I pretend I am a real thing  

I feel rough wax on the crisp white paper

I touch the fridge or the trash

I understand I am a drawing

I say ‘’ hey don’t break that  pencil’’

I dream I will find a friend