Poem #8

The Boy recently had a poetry unit in his English class. They had to write their own poetry after learning about the forms and purposes of poetry. I am sure they read famous poems as well, but there is no evidence that there was any modeling from the following creation in his poetry notebook he brought home:


Poem # 8 by The Boy

Sitting at home doing nothing. playing with friend latter that day. walking walking hearing cars go scrich coming to a stop. walking inside tap tap the sound of my footsteps. Going to my room walking in and seeing a dead littel crab lying lifeless as cold as snow out of its shell as I loved him as I loved him. one dead littel crab. lifeless his heart stopped as if the world froze time stopped not one tick tick motionless.


original spelling and punctuation preserved....oh, my.