From the perspective of William Carlos William's notebook

Willie is wearing me to tatters! I wish he would put down the pen for at least a second. My pages are frayed, and my spine, my elegant, leather spine, is split! I'm being pulled apart. Well, at least I have something beautiful on me permanently. This writing on my paper is strange, no rhythm at all, but oddly enchanting.

So much depends

on the red wheelbarrow

glazed with rain water

beside the white chickens.

Music to my three-hole punched ears!

Today, though, Willie died, an old man of 79.

If I had eyes, there would definitely be tears. Now I am

just a worthless notebook, locked in a drawer, but I will always have those magical words.

-Natalie, grade 6