Dixon Ticonderoga

Magical

Reliable

Pencil

A weapon of war waging

Words to hurt

Rude and curt

Lies and dirt

Or a cage for wonders kept

Some natural

Admirable

Cultural

Still a bridge to lovers met

The heart’s voice

States it’s choice

In love rejoice

So much in wood and graphite

Strength to kill

Strength to heal

No plain pencil