I am a Camera

A Poem by Anor

Poem I wrote way back in 8th Grade for a school assignment. Basically put, the narrator is a camera

I am a camera
Slung 'cross my owner's neck
Recording a delightful panorama
In the market, after a battery check

Gleaming pots and pans in front of me
Lay arranged in rows of seven
A little sign nearby that I see
Says, "Note: Made in Devon"

A stack of antique swords
Dulled by the bite of time
Such as worn by ancient swords
But now coated with rime

Clothes being tossed into a dyeing vat
By a man in stained clothes
Nearby lies a little cat
Enjoying an afternoon doze

I see a dark, old, library
With volumes centuries old
A boy to a friend presents a query
As to how a tale will unfold

The day at the market is over,

I will now be put away,

In the trunk of the old Land Rover,

Until next day