I will put in my box
New York City streets,
A trip back in time,
And my Grandpa’s rhymes.
I will put in my box
My cousin’s laugh,
And one more visit with my brother,
Who died on the Fourth of July.
I will put in my box
An education, laughter, and playing,
All for my brother.
My box is green and orange and
Full of surprises and memories.
I will write all over it
What has happened In the past.

By Keshawn, 4th grade
[photo by idg via flickr]

apad2 This poem is featured as part of the 2009 A Poem A Day campaign, a National Poetry Month celebration by WITS that features a different poem by a WITS student every day during April. Click on the logo to the left to learn more.

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