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Marone If I had a son, I would name him Robin. I know that it’s a bird, yes, but I think it has a different meaning. The literal definition, is a small, feathered creature. One with small wings and small eyes but see more of the world than I, as tall, and big and as large as my eyes are. In one year, they migrate across the country, and all they have to do is look down. This poem is written by a middle school student. Respond appropriately. I am the teacher. They can see skyscrapers, coffee shops and children dancing on the streets. They can see the children learning, children laughing and most off all, children growing. And although, despite all the growing of trees and kids they see, That’s where my idea of Robin comes into play. Robin Hood, a character from a child’s book, Was a thief. And a traitor, and a murderer, yes. He also was a hero, a savior. Funny how he was two different people, Yet the same person. If there wasn't war, we never would’ve developed the machine gun which has saved thousands of lives today. Although I want Robin to be strong like a bird and spread his wings, I want to see his first steps, I wanna see him first fly. I want him to be a hero and genius, but in order for that to happen he has to be stupid and ask questions, and make a mistake and learn from it.