The next poet laureate

Working in the gardens yesterday, I came across a piece of pink paper that must have blown in from the elementary school next to us. I don't know why, but I liked what was written on it so I share it with you.

I smell old things in the museum. I heard a story of solders (sic). It was fun. I think you should have gone with us. I only touched a paper and a pencil.

I know what you're thinking: he must be pretty desparate for blogging material to be stealing from a schoolgirl. And you'd be right.