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Art by Mike Magiera, Grade 7
Without a Label
By Brooke Struble and Anna Sumner, Grade 8
When empires were trees and laughter was rebellion
Amser cried of broken bones and bruises
One could run around wildly until truly considered a hellion
?The adult? stood sharply and saw the abuses.
Yet nothing but a dusty mistake remained
Once buried beneath the stones of this house
His head tilted as he spoke ?now who is there to blame??
A new hatred now doused.
His tearful heart stretched towards the cities beyond
Where kindred is treated kindly
Where young deer once fawned
His mind absent from his true intentions, he followed a path blindly.
Yonder come morning, yonder come night
?A renovation to come, a renovation in flight?
The toolshed grew larger with each passing sight
A simple intention beginning to rewrite.
Despite the peeling paint
Walls were torn down; paintings were replaced
And the rabbit which he clutched
Yet he felt a small tug
There was no room for complaint.
And recalled his toys which were now cased
No longer was there desired riches
His unforgiving self began to unplug.
Nor a prudence which rang in his ears
The stuffed rabbit lined with dust
A new appreciation seeps through the stitches
The past years, alone he had woken
No longer ashamed of his tears.
A forgotten part of his mind where he once held trust
He lays frigid on the floor with his rabbit
He had repaired the unbroken.
His grasp tight and assured
He had repaired the untouched
No more destruction built by habit
Once a boy, now matured.
Amser?s red lettered kinfolk
Who now join around the table
Once a stranger who spoke
Now a man without a label.
