transition poem #5

my dad came from country school
small for his age shy insecure he
told me of that first day walking up
to the huge doors of the city school
he felt everyone was looking at him
he was wearing clumpy shoes like the
girl of the limberlost in the continued
story he was following in the daily news
but in six months he was running down
the halls slamming locker doors

©2016 Jacqueline Jackson

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