Francie Lynch


Pink Pack Mule - Poem by Francie Lynch

Across the road
A J-K girl,
Skipped and laughed
On her way to school.
She was strapped
To a big back-pack,
Looking like
A pink pack mule.
Behind her strove
Her drover,
Directing her to quarry
All the stones of learning.

By three o'clock
My minature mule,
A little slower
Trudged from school.
The pack was filled
With rules and tools.
She had panned
The ores of knowledge;
She'll assay them
In days to follow.

Each day my mule
Will turn the grindstone,
Crunching numbers,
Reading fine poems.
She's mining all the hidden gems
To fill her back-pack
Once again.

Topic(s) of this poem: education, school


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, September 9, 2015



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