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The Crash
June 11, 2017
He tripped and fell with a crash,
his books fell with a smash,
everybody kept walking past,
but I was going to be late to class.
I had two minutes until the bell,
but I was watching him when he fell,
although his books and pencils smelled,
and I might even get expelled.
I hurried over to help him up,
I picked up his pencil cup,
and I helped him to set up,
all his books in a big pileup.
Then he looked me in he eye,
and said thank you for being kind,
to the boy who fell with a crash,
instead of just walking past.
© Rosalee M., Lowell, MA
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This poem is about a kid who feel in the hallway and needed a little help with all his books. The bell was about to ring and I couldn't get another tardy, but nobody was stopping to help him. He wasn't the coolest kid in school but I decided to help him up. This poem is supposed to show who I am on the inside.