You, Mr. Arthur, he’s asleep. You couldn’t if he was awake,
his hand came down lightly on Jem's hair.
His hand tightened on mine and he indicated that he wanted to leave,
“will you take me home?”
I put my foot on the top step and stopped, but i would never lead him home. I slipped my hand into the crook of his arm.
We came to the street light on the corner,
I wondered how many times Jem and I had this journey.
I walked up the steps to the porch. He gently released my hand, opened the door, went inside, and shut the door behind him. I never saw him again.
Our neighbor gave us two soap dolls, a broken watch and chain, a pair of good luck pennies and our lives.
We never put back into the tree what we took out of it: we had given him nothing and it made me sad.
Beyond us, plainly visible.I looked behind me. To the left of the brown door was a long shuttered window.  Daylight… in my hand, the night faded.
It was summertime, and two children scampered down the sidewalk toward a man approaching in the distance. the children came closer, A man stood waiting with his hands on his hips. It was like a strange little drama, his children fought on the sidewalk. The boy helped his sister to her feet, the day's woes and triumphs on their faces. Delighted, puzzled, apprehensive. silhouetted against a blazing house. A man walked into the street, dropped his glasses, and shot a dog. He watched his children's hearts break. Atticus was right, one time he said “you really never know a man until you stand in his shoes and walk around in them.”