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The Bully

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The Bully

I was playing in the schoolyard
when i was ten years old
Playing baseball with my good friends
though it was very cold.

Suddenly a circle formed around me
the Circle of Death  its name
I was in the middle with the bully
everyone knew of his fame.

The only way to break the circle
was to fight the beast inside
I looked around for a teacher
but they just liked to hide.

The crowd was cheering  wildly
it was blood the were looking for
I knew there would be no satisfaction 
until i was crying on the gravel floor.

My Grandfather was a boxer
he taught me to keep my hands up high
I fended off a dozen blows
then i popped him in the eye.

He was raging like a mad bull
he tried to level me with several blows
Soon he became very tired
Thats when I bloodied up his nose.

He fell down on his hands and knees
I could see tears falling from his eyes
The crowds roars came to a quiet hush
It seemed they were surprised.

I walked over to the bully
I extended to him a helping hand
He seemed genuinely embarassed
As I pulled him to a stand.

We became good friends in coming days
The Circle of Death no longer bringing fear
Years later i stood at my friends gravesite
Those memories i hold so dear.

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  1. Date: 11/14/2013 4:34:00 PM
    Great story Carl. Wish I had had your guts when I was young, I learned to run, until I learned to bluff. Enjoyed your write....Peter

  1. Date: 11/14/2013 2:43:00 AM
    Awwww, nice story, Carl. I'd hate to get into a skirmish with you. I'm no good at fighting, I simply turn my back. I enjoyed reading your poem, my friend. Licia :-)

  1. Date: 11/14/2013 12:16:00 AM
    Carl sad story... I was a tough girl, when I was young (still) my enemies would bring tall tougher girls to bully me around. lol...I ran all the time:-)... then one day I had to face my fear. I stood up to one, and guess what? she was more afraid of me... anyways this reminds me of my hood days. Another one of them giant bullies shaked my hand, and asked for peace:-).. no bloody nose though. the ending is touching. always Linda