An empty page,

A jar of ink,

Not a mark written,

It makes you think

Why does no one write on it?

It doesn't seem too small

Just a mark, one or two,

And that would be all

Clip, clop, clip, clop as they walk down the hall

The page awaits them hopefully,

As they enter the room,

All seems to settle so quietly

Finally they spot it,

That poor blank little page.

And so they sit down quietly,

Their worries put at ease

A scrape, a scratch, a mark is made.

The page is filled, the ink goes down,

And finally they stop.

The page is filled.

Another dream fulfilled -

Just as suddenly as it started.

Hannah Kurczeski

Age 10, Grade 4

Sheckler Elementary School

Catasauqua Area School District