Hm. Nes

Rookie - 82 Points (April 11,1960 / Plainview, Texas)

A Little Boy - Poem by Hm. Nes

A little boy with eager eyes
And eager hands to try his aim,
His strength as well with brand-new sling-
The boy was me.

A mockingbird fell dead that day,
Not to the ground, but limply hung
From a limb in the neighbor’s tree.
The little boy cried as he climbed
Up to the silent mockingbird.
The boy was me.

A grave he dug under the shrub.
A prayer he prayed with solemn vows,
Through tears, to never kill again.
The prayer was mine, the promise mine.
The boy was me.

A Daisy BB gun replaced
The slingshot, then a 20-gauge.
Sparrows, dove, pheasant lay in piles,
Rabbits, squirrel, deer, but no tears.
No more promises, no more prayers.
The boy had grown to be a man.
The man is me.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 15, 2009

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