The Moon, Sun and Ice Cream

The Erstwhile Boy

The Erstwhile Boy

As the begrimed 2013-2014 seventh grade year

stepped back into the soft kissed grass,

it faced the fresh eyes full of fear

and spoke it's words of wisdom.

"First off," he croaked with the pride of kings,

"swearing abounds in these lands!

Get used to hearing these things

for vain are attempts to cover ears."

Chattering among the fearful until "Shush!"

A voice said. "Guys let him speak!"

"Second of all, do not be in a rush,

have your stuff ready before the bell rings,

or the halls will be a gush."

Seeing nodding of acceptance, the boy continued on,

"Do not make a big deal out of little mistakes,

for after comes a new dawn.

If you are in orchestra, guitar or band,

Practice records are influential.

If come out with naught, there will be an iron hand."

Retreating gulps embarked and spread.

"Drink water at dances lest you will be sick,

and remember the day you felt dead.

Be aware of what you say and do,

first impressions are more important then you think,

and might earn or lose a friend or two.

When it comes to things with less perk,

ask so many questions

a duck could understand your work."

The boy stopped. "That's all I can do."

"What? We're not ready yet!" They cried.

The boy turned and stepped into

the blooming lands- his new one year home.

They last words they, the new heard,

"If you are ready it won't be much fun."

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I wrote this at the end of last school year for the incoming seventh graders. Not my best quality work, but certainly my longest!