The snowflakes fell <br />like white feathers from heaven <br />leaving a white blanket on the ground. <br />He trudged through the lonely streets <br />with nowhere to go. <br />A tramp on the street <br />with only rags to cover his feet, <br />trying to find a place to sleep <br />and rest his weary bones. <br /> <br />He passed a frozen river, <br />it made his cold body shiver <br />for he could see a pair of hand raise up held <br />and hear a small voice as it yelled. <br />Without a moment hesitation, <br />though barely nothing on his feet <br />he started to walk <br />across the sharp iced water <br />even though the wind fiercely blew. <br /> <br />He had to reach the child <br />that had fallen through. <br />He moved as fast as he could <br />although he was almost crippled. <br />Reaching down he plucked the child <br />from the dark waters cold <br />as the wind blew fierce and wild. <br />He moved slowly to the shore <br />as a silent rain began to pour. <br /> <br />Finding shelter beneath some trees <br />covered the child in what <br />dry clothes he had. <br />He forgot about his feet that hurt <br />as he covers the child <br />with his ragged coat and shirt. <br />He made sure the child was warm <br />before he laid himself to rest. <br />The child later awoke to find <br />the tramp stiff and blue <br />within his snowy bed. <br /> <br />There is no moral to this story <br />of why one ill treated by society <br />would willingly forfit his life <br />so that an unknown child would live. <br />We can only ponder on the thoughts <br />that went through his head <br />as he laid himself down to sleep <br />on that snowy bed. <br /> <br /> <br />12 January 2008<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-tramp-on-the-street/
