CFHS Poetry Contest 9th Grade 1st Place Poem 2016
May 5, 2016
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The Little Boy Who Wandered
The little boy who wandered
Stumbled along the worn out path,
His feet tossing plumes of dust
Up against his trusty backpack.
Two faded straps holding it in place,
The bookbag jiggled and bopped against his spine,
As the little boy wandered along.
With a thump he flung it down
And clambered to his seat.
He had questions to answer and problems to solve,
And soon enough, he’d have lunch to eat.
Tugging out a pencil
He wrote straight from his head,
A note to himself to do something that night
Before he went to bed.
Below his neatly printed name,
He made some quality grey squiggles,
And off to recess for a game,
Went the little boy who wandered.
Soon he was on to Arithmetic,
Later he graduated to fractions.
But with all this math came age,
And the entirety of its distractions.
And along with that lead pencil,
Stuffed in his backpack,
He carried something worthwhile,
That without the pencil one could not track.
He carried with him “magnanimous,” “incantation,” and “mnemonic.”
He carried both “catalyst” and “catacomb,”
“Polyglot,” and “Polymer,”
And it was the little boy who wandered that carried “entice,” “concise,” and “precise” all together.
Exposure to sun subsequent watering,
And the words that he carried grew, expanded, evolved.
Soon he carried phrases and paragraphs, letters and essays,
Then he carried grammar, and his academic problems were solved.