08-16-2017, 03:48 AM
Long Ago
Long ago on a warm summer day
There sat a young boy
Sitting as still as he could be
His hand seemed to be pointing at something
Something that appeared to be high up on the wall
His parents were worried about him
His parents tried to move him
The young boy remained motionless
Long ago on a mild fall day
There sat a man
Sitting as still as he could be
His hand seemed to be pointing at something
Something that appeared to be in the middle of the wall
His parents tried to stop him
His relatives tried to ignore him
The man remained motionless
Long ago on a cold winter night
There sat an old man
Sitting as still as he could be
His hand seemed to be pointing at something
Something that appeared to be on the bottom of the wall
Children were told to play away from him
His family had given up on him
The old man remained motionless
On that cold winter night
A child went up to the old man
First the child looked at the wall
Then looked at the old man's hand
The child reached out and gave the old man's finger a tug
The ground shook just a little
And a fowl smell filled the room
The old man looked up and said, "Thank you."
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This is a piece of work I wrote in 2006 when I was still in high school. It has been a long time since I have written creatively as all I do is technical writing when I have to. Recent events in my life reminded me of this poem and I was compelled to update it to reflect them. For those "Adults" in the room who think this is just a fart joke, I would hope that take another look as the intention was to show a child's innocence and how society tries to tell us what is acceptable. For those who care I will post the original below.
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Long Ago - Original
Long ago on a warm summer day
There sat a young boy
Sitting as still as he could be
His hand seemed to be pointing at something
Something that appeared to be high up on the wall
Children tried to play with him
Adults tried to move him
The young boy remained motionless
Long ago on a mild fall day
There sat a man
Sitting as still as he could be
His hand seemed to be pointing at something
Something that appeared to be in the middle of the wall
Children tried to play around him
Adults tried to ignore him
The man remained motionless
Long ago on a cold winter night
There sat an old man
Sitting as still as he could be
His hand seemed to be pointing at something
Something that appeared to be on the bottom of the wall
Children played away from him
Adults had forgotten him
The old man remained motionless
On that cold winter night
A child went up to the old man
First the child looked at the wall
Then looked at the old man's hand
The child reached out and gave the old man's finger a tug
The ground shook just a little
And a fowl smell filled the room
The old man looked up and said, "Thank you."
Long ago on a warm summer day
There sat a young boy
Sitting as still as he could be
His hand seemed to be pointing at something
Something that appeared to be high up on the wall
His parents were worried about him
His parents tried to move him
The young boy remained motionless
Long ago on a mild fall day
There sat a man
Sitting as still as he could be
His hand seemed to be pointing at something
Something that appeared to be in the middle of the wall
His parents tried to stop him
His relatives tried to ignore him
The man remained motionless
Long ago on a cold winter night
There sat an old man
Sitting as still as he could be
His hand seemed to be pointing at something
Something that appeared to be on the bottom of the wall
Children were told to play away from him
His family had given up on him
The old man remained motionless
On that cold winter night
A child went up to the old man
First the child looked at the wall
Then looked at the old man's hand
The child reached out and gave the old man's finger a tug
The ground shook just a little
And a fowl smell filled the room
The old man looked up and said, "Thank you."
__________________________________________
This is a piece of work I wrote in 2006 when I was still in high school. It has been a long time since I have written creatively as all I do is technical writing when I have to. Recent events in my life reminded me of this poem and I was compelled to update it to reflect them. For those "Adults" in the room who think this is just a fart joke, I would hope that take another look as the intention was to show a child's innocence and how society tries to tell us what is acceptable. For those who care I will post the original below.
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Long Ago - Original
Long ago on a warm summer day
There sat a young boy
Sitting as still as he could be
His hand seemed to be pointing at something
Something that appeared to be high up on the wall
Children tried to play with him
Adults tried to move him
The young boy remained motionless
Long ago on a mild fall day
There sat a man
Sitting as still as he could be
His hand seemed to be pointing at something
Something that appeared to be in the middle of the wall
Children tried to play around him
Adults tried to ignore him
The man remained motionless
Long ago on a cold winter night
There sat an old man
Sitting as still as he could be
His hand seemed to be pointing at something
Something that appeared to be on the bottom of the wall
Children played away from him
Adults had forgotten him
The old man remained motionless
On that cold winter night
A child went up to the old man
First the child looked at the wall
Then looked at the old man's hand
The child reached out and gave the old man's finger a tug
The ground shook just a little
And a fowl smell filled the room
The old man looked up and said, "Thank you."