This was poem was written by a dedicated and intelligent seven-grader who just happens to be my son.
TheDoerI am a doerI wonder how to do new thingsI hear the voices of people through historyI see pictures of the futureI want to do more alwaysI pretend to be someoneto see how it feelsI feel like an eagle, ready to diveI touch something that is not thereI laugh at the bird,as he does a little dance.I worry for the things that cannot fend for themselvesI understand I cannot do everythingI say that people should not hateI dream about things that happened beforeI try to do more everydayI hope that hate will be stoppedI am a doer
September 1, 2009
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