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I wrote this after watching young children unafraid to just dive in and make marks on their paper.

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54e34bd6913f0537fef95d6ecc6bd28aby Natalie Burns01 Dec 2013

We chalked out
our personalities on pavements
bright colours on grey slabs
until the rains came
and gutters gushed
with floating pigment.
We carved our names
on splintered desks,
delicious, deep,
into the brittle bark of trees.
We scratched on plastic rulers
with redundant compasses
in boring lessons,
doodling
on exercise books with blotchy biros.
We carved into sandstone cliffs,
dust blowing in our eyes.
We pressed deep
with smooth rounded pebbles into
soft
sand.
All the world was our canvas
unafraid of our creativity
We made marks on the world.