A Poem

I found a poem in Josh's pants while doing the laundry. He told me it was an Ekphorastic poem he had to write for english about the picture above. The picture is of a boy in a Japanese Internment camp..... Here it is...well, I was going to type it out but Josh wanted to type it out himself and in the process he wrote a different poem than the one I found...I told him..."this is my blog and I want the poem that was written on the folded up piece of paper I found in his pants...so, I'm including both...the original and the revised version...they are both good...my boy's a poet!!

Original

The bus leaves, taking the freedom

Leaving no hope

Young children running, trying to have fun

Parents gather them, they are done

One boy sits, rests

He waits and wants

He turns and looks

As the bus rolls away

Slowly, steadily, surely

Rolling away leaving dust

Taking away a lack of trust

Beyond the gate it continues to go

Far away, maybe back home

The boy just sits, rests

Craning his neck

to see through the fence

Watches as the bus rolls over the hill and away

Alone with people all around

The boy sits, rests and silently cries

Revised

The bus leaves taking away the last bit of freedom they had

Children running, laughing, playing

One boy sits, rests

Thinks, ponders

The weeds keep swaying

As the boy turns and looks

Through the fence

Across the fence

Outside the fence

The bus rolls away

Slowly, steadily, surely

Beyond the gate it continues to go

The boy just sits, rests

Craning his neck

The bus rolls away

Taking with it people's trust

The boy is alone

People all around

Sad faces and frowns

The boy just sits

And silently cries