By Caleb E. King
Sometimes I look into my drawer of old sketches,
Take one out, and admire the dark lines and etches.
Memories are recalled, all unique and precious.
The deeper I look, the worse the sketches become.
Some are realistic, shaded with a smear of my thumb;
Others are cartoons, but I don’t think them a poor outcome.
All these sketches helped me express my emotion—
The joy I felt gazing at the deep blue ocean,
Or the anxiety of large crowds and commotion.
Each one holds a little, special place in my heart.
All the time I spent helped me develop my art;
Even the smallest stick-figure sketch played its part.
What makes me smile even more than that happy thought
Is that every nature and cartoon sketch I wrought
Was a try to catch nature’s beauty, but for naught.
However, even though my attempts may fall flat,
I still try to capture creation’s wonder that
I can really only sit back and marvel at.
Caleb E. King is a young writer, avid reader, and most importantly, a child of God. If he isn’t writing, drawing, or reading, you might find him enjoying the outdoors, having a good time with friends, or savoring a large mug of tea. He began to write as soon as he could spell and has kept at it ever since. He read Lord of the Rings and The Chronicles of Narnia when he was eight, and he’s now a complete Tolkien/Lewis freak. A wish of his is to one day write and publish fantasy novels at least half as good as some of the ones he’s read. You can learn more about him and his writing on his blog, www.calebeking.com, where he posts short stories, poetry, writing advice, and other fun things.