Pencil Box Cigar Box
Oh the joy of each new school year
When I was gifted with a cigar box
To use for my pencil box and gear,
To fill with pencils, erasers, rulers,
A compass and crayons for fun,
And round tipped scissors,
Round so I could not stab anyone.
All the things I would need in class.
Free cigar boxes in those days,
From the local grocery store.
Back then those were the ways,
There was no specialty store
For smokes, pipes and cigars,
The grocer sold it all and more.
He saved all cigar boxes for kids,
Cool boxes with pictures and lids.
I would organize my pencil box,
So perfectly and oh so neat,
Then take everything back out,
Stare at each new tool, so sweet,
And lay them all about
On my bedroom floor to admire
Each piece, especially my pencil box,
And wished I had locks.
Locks to put on my cherished box.
I could hardly wait for school to start,
So I would have my own desk,
Open the top and fill each part
Of my desk with all my supplies.
Proud of my thick pencil pad,
Tissues for my nose, and flocks
Of tools in my cigar pencil box.
Oh the joys of childhood,
When I could fill up my pencil box.
I wonder if I can get a free
Cigar box somewhere today?
© 2017 Phyllis Doyle Burns