My Artifact Poem by AY
I’m a hunk of copper,
About to be melted into
A new shape,
I’m so excited that I
Think I’m going to melt
Before I’m put into the fire.
I think I’m next in the heap,
I hold my breath,
For I know that the blacksmith
Is reaching for me.
When I touch the fire,
I feel soft tingly warmth,
That makes me let my breath out.
At long last,
I get pulled out of the fire,
Shining, bright, and new.
I use my hot senses to relize what I am.
I smile in my heart for now I know that
I’m a spice box,
And I’m proud of it.