I watched a little lad,
playing with his boomerang,
and the boomerang
didn’t want to come back.
He would wave it about,
then give it a throw it,
but the boomerang just plopped
onto the grass.
He ran and gave it
one almighty throw.
The boomerang went a couple of feet
and then it came down again.
It led the little lad a merry chase
all across the green,
this boomerang
that would not come back.
(7 July 2007)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I dont know about you, when i throw a stick away, i don`t want it to come back again..? 10