There was a child went forth every day,
And the first object he look'd upon, that object he
became,
And that object became part of him for that day or a
certain part of the day,
Or for many years or stretching cycles of years.
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His blue covered schoolbooks
became a part
of him
As greatly as his faded yellow
number two pencil
Became a part of him,
And his quirky, strange, yet interesting friends
became a part of him,
and his heart.
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And at home,
his place at table,
white painted and wooden-backed,
with its cushion for sitting,
Became a part of him,
And his brown wood bedstead,
simple and quaint,
with its red and black-checked partchwork quilt
cozy and warm,
Waiting for him to come
and slumber peacefully,
Became a part of him.
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-Another assignment. This time it is inspired by Walt Whitman's poem, "There Was a Child Went Forth", hence the name. The assignment was to write two stanzas of a poem with things the boy could've seen and become. The beginning stanza is not mine, it is Walt Whitman, who by the way, is dead. He lived from 1819-1892. The point was to use the opening stanza to create your own free verse poem on the same topic.
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I have an assignment that is sadly lost. I was trying to post it a few months ago, but I cannot locate it. Perhaps I'll just try re-writing it. Oh well.
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."There Was a Child Went Forth" link
