To A Boy Was GivenA Poem by BradleyYou wouldn't throw 26 letters at a child and let them decide the order and the sound of each. Neither should a child be expected to figure out their body's purpose all on their own.Part of a body to live in, Two hands a boy was given. He wondered, what can they do? So a rock he picked up and threw. It landed in mud With a wet thud. Then up high he reached, up to the sky, To grasp a branch and begin to climb. Out on a limb, a bird’s nest he spotted With three blue eggs allotted. Part of a body to live in, Two hands a boy was given. He wondered, what can they do? So an egg he picked up and threw. It hit the ground And was no longer round.
© 2016 BradleyAuthor's Note
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