A Poem By Elizabeth Anne // 10/16/2011


Ready to strike.

Sword raised,

Pencil raised,

Ready to strike

At the enemy

With raised


With raised 



A sweeping motion,

The enemy blocks.

What next?







The room fills

With loud sounds

Of clanging swords

And rustling papers.




A pen is a sword is a pen. :)

A pen is a sword is a pen. :) I really like your poetry.

Anna | Mon, 10/24/2011

I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right. --The Book Thief


I wrote this as I was working on a descriptive speech about writing. I was going to use it in my speech, but it would have made my speech too long and my speech teacher is very particular about the timing of our speeches. I liked it though, so I thought I'd share. I'm glad you liked it!   :)

Elizabeth Anne | Mon, 10/24/2011

See him with his books:
Tree beside the brooks,
Drinking at the root
Till the branch bear fruit.
See him with his pen:
Written line, and then,
Better thought preferred,
Deep from in the Word.
~John Piper

I really enjoyed this. I also

I really enjoyed this. I also love your "About Me" page. You are so right!

Damaris Ann | Sat, 11/15/2014

God uses the milestones as stepping stones to bring us closer to Him. We may not see it in the moment, but we can always look back and see the memorials of His love in the crumbles of our stumbling blocks.


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