Blast from the past! I wrote this when I was just a little kid! probably one of my first, if not my first, poem.
The Violin
by MaKenzie Jo Beck
11/29/00
9 years old
A
String,
A
String
Oh,
how delicate it is on
A
violin,
A
violin
It
plays so gracefully
Only
I could imagine.
It
is smoothly carved by
A
carpenter,
A
carpenter
Has
tools to make the violins with.
I
love to go to concerts
That
have violins.
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