People starve everywhere,
From head to toe,
Others sleep in cold, damp snow,
Every step we take, we leave another mark,
For what we don’t know what could happen next,
For people who hold books in their dry unstable hands,
In one world,
In a book about dusty springtime and shining flowers,
Innumerable ones will die from loss of hope.
Creatures travel through our yards,
Unknown to our despair,
Leaving little footprints,
Which we’ve never found before.
People say they know themselves,
But they don’t really.
Ask yourself if you care,
What people think of you,
Although I might not care what you think of me,
You wonder what I think of you,
To think of what one would say,
If a word I was to make up,
Make it start with double L,
And finish in I-L-E,
Letters in the middle would consist of,
Write in O-Y-G,
Right there, try to squeeze it in,
That looks fine,
I should think so,
Change the Y to a U,
Then mark a H-T in between the G and I,
How does that look?
Now to make a definition,
Let’s begin with THE, and work our way to D.
After adding efinition,
Let’s sketch in I and S.
Look, we have a strong basis here,
Shall we add in choose and yours,
The yours goes before the choose, Adacio.
What if I was to mix up your name?
Change it to Acadoi?
Wouldn’t please you that much would it?
What did you do now Adacio?
You didn’t put the TO in,
In between the yours and choose,
I thought I told you that.
Next time try to listen to my thoughts.
No, tomorrow is not Saturday.
I did not hear about this,
I’ll have to tell Somebody about this,
If I’d had known Adacio,
I would’ve given you today off,
You may have tomorrow off,
We need to get back to work,
The words are in the right place?
Does it make sense, Adacio?
I almost forgot,
Shall we make it a noun Adacio,
Or maybe an adverb.
How about an adjective?
They always make a word,
Described, I’ll say.
It is spelled with two E’s and a V.
Blot out the G, Adacio.
There is no G in adjective, Adacio.
I think we’re almost done,
There aren’t any synonyms,
This word is entirely it’s own,
Mark that down,
In the bottom right hand corner,
You forgot how to spell the word already?
Read it over from the top,
Do you have it now, Adacio?
Print it clearly on the top right hand corner,
In the black ink,
Not the blue,
You messed up the L’s,
Finally you fixed the L’s,
It’s utterly grand.
Won’t you come drink some tea with me, Adacio?
That’s all I have to say,
Though you may beg to differ,
I’m saying that you have no need to change the tune,
You dance to it alone,
For no one can dance to somebody else’s beat.
For now just dance to your own song,
And let it follow you out.
Now won’t you come drink some tea with me, Adacio?
Age 12, Grade 7