Ethan Nokes

English 1

4-23-15

The Sword

You might just think I’m just

a fourteen-year-old boy

with brown hair

and hazel eyes

But I know I am more

way more than that

not a dancer or singer

not a cat or dog

A sword

a dull, dirty sword

When I don’t think straight

or not at all

When I’m sad and down in the dumps

I am a broken sword

useless

men unarmed

wanting protection

But when I am happy

my metal is reforged

The men now having the confidence to win

as they charge into battle

I become a fast slicing sword

with aerodynamic proficiency

surprising everyone with my quick movements

swinging left, right, up, and down

showing the enemy no mercy

Then when the battle is over

I get in my sheath

and wait until I am needed once more

The brown haired, hazel eyed boy

is a sword

a broken, dull, fast swinging sword