As I approached the schoolyard, <br />I heard the children playing. <br />I heard their loud cries of joy, <br />That’s when I noticed one little boy. <br /> <br />He sat alone against the fence, <br />Knees drawn tight against his chest. <br />His expression was severely coy, <br />I was suspicious of that one little boy. <br /> <br />I wondered as I walked down the street, <br />How long would he sit there? <br />I stopped when I saw him snatch a toy <br />I was astonished! That unruly little boy! <br /> <br />“Give that back! ” I heard one cry, <br />I then saw tears roll down her face. <br />He teased her with the stolen toy, <br />I was now angry with that one little boy. <br /> <br />The teacher came to save the day, <br />She returned the toy to the girl. <br />He sat back down against the fence, his face coy, <br />And I would always remember that one little boy. <br /> <br />I would always remember that one little boy, <br />Whose face was coy, <br />Who snatched a toy, <br />That suspicious, unruly, strange little boy. <br /> <br />(November 6,2008)<br /><br />Leslie Briggs<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/one-little-boy/
