Student Writing

Author:		Cheri Blocher
Posted:		1/16/04; 11:29:22 AM
Topic:		Student Writing
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Burr, its cold outside.

Putting on overalls and coats,

Driving with grandpa to the auction,

Standing still and silent at the old farm site,

Staring at the old Johnny poppers and the

Old-fashioned planter boxes

With the old texture of work

from the hard times.

The loud auctioneer saying swiftly,

“Hep, hep, and sold”

At lunch time going to concessions

Watching the sale

With the smell of kraut

Eating A polish dog.

Raising my hand biding

And then sold for $5

For a box of junk.

My grandpa was upset,

“Why did you pay $5 for a box of junk?”

I gazed at it with joy

Sorting through it I found some old

Antique John Deere wrenches Smiling at me.

Worth well over $5.

I showed grandpa

He was proud,

So one man’s junk

Is another man’s treasure..

Andy Meysenburg