Pencil Case
The bag sits upright, straight and packed
Books and folders ready-loaded
Alert and standing to attention
And the new pencil case
Shiny, patterned, yet under-stated
Its gold-bright teeth tightly zipped
Sheltering its treasures
Inky felt-tip pens of every colour
A set of HB pencils
Graphite honed to finest points
Compass and protractor
And plastic rulers all aligned
With pins and paper-clips
Sorted and snuggled down
With sharpener and eraser
Ammunition for the new campaign
No broken points or shavings
Nor dusty detritus gathered
Or cluttered in its depths
But clean, tidy, fresh, prepared
The very mirror of my mind
Open, hopeful, positive
Ready for another start
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