Buxton Shippy

Freshman - 717 Points (7-27-55 / Montego Bay, Jamaica)

Ode To Phylicia - Poem by Buxton Shippy

With both hands held
tightly to the rail,
you looked over the room
like a land baron overseeing
his vineyard.
From your cradled space
you paced from one end
to the other, unaided;
your countenance plastered
with self-reliance
and determination.

This was long time before
you played Tinkerbell
or made the Honor Roll
but a father could see
your brilliance gleaming.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, July 6, 2011

Poem Edited: Wednesday, July 20, 2011

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