The Boy With The Smile

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Another creative writing update. We had to take a snapshot of ourselves when we were younger, and write a poem to describe the photo and the person in the picture (from a third person point of view). This is what I came up with:

The Boy With The Smile
The boy with the smile
is happy, laughing.
He gallops on a
wooden horse, hands clenched
tightly on the worn
cracked leather. He smiles
wide for the camera.
Navy army coat
with sharp golden stripes
and an admiral’s
cap today’s costume,
he hides behind his
smile. Dust on the floor
and tears welling deep,
his plump ruddy cheeks
make him squint his eyes.
The plastic portrait
of an autumn wood
behind him lend him
imaginary
shelter. White high-top
tennis shoes scuffed with
mud from the pretend
forest floor. The boy with
the smile. This lost boy
is unknowing of
anything that may
come, of anything
that may go. He rides
his wooden steed and
smiles because this is
all he knows to do.
When he grows up, will
he recognize himself?
Will he remember
why he smiled so hard?
Does he know that now?
There are no answers
and there is no truth;
there is only a
faded torn photo
from years ago of
the boy with the smile.

Comments

[lunabee34.livejournal.com]

I immediately thought of "The Rocking Horse Winner" when I read this. Great job, Brad.

[chocgood84.livejournal.com]

Thank ya, luv.

*smooch*