Honors Literature (Freshmen)
Ode To Sticks
Ode to Sticks
Such a simple thing. A branch.
Nothing less, but so much more.
More important to a child
than any primer or picture book.
When the boy holds it, he is more than a boy,
He is a knight, ready to slay any dragon
or free any princess.
But he is also a boy.
Wielding a stick,
keeping cootie - ridden girls at bay.
Such a simple thing. A pole.
The vital supports for a tent in the woods.
Keeping up bedsheets, stolen away from home.
So easily cast away, unless you find a good one.
You hope to keep it forever,
Never to lose it.
You will keep it, and give it to your children,
when they are young.
Yes, this one is perfect.
You will keep it with you, always.
Until the bell for dinner rings, that is.
Then it is dropped so quickly,
Left by the door.
The perfect stick.
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