Gershon Wolf Poet Rhyme

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   My father and a group of friends, all sons of immigrants, (literally) ditched school for about three years from 1920 - 1923 in Kenosha, WI. When finally they were caught, they all cried bitterly, but within a few months, they had all learned English and acclimated to the challenges of the schoolroom and the schoolyard...

Glorious Guilt

On the side of a path branching off from the road
    expectations of glorious guilt mount
  makeshift trenches housing truants, anxiously counting
    the seconds 'til school officers call off the hunt... 

  Free at last at 9:30 to pursue puerile passions
    constructing lean-tos in trees, small campsites nearby
  They'd burn down the bush in a heartbeat if only
    their consciences would forget how to sigh

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Kim Rodrigues July 14, 2023 at 8:17 AM Wow! Interesting story! Tom Sawyers and Huckleberry Finns! Gershon Wolf July 15, 2023 at 9:06 PM Yup. All those kids needed were toothpicks and straw hats. Oops, How about a Mississippi River thrown in for good luck! Wink, wink, Gershon

Vickey Rhymer July 11, 2023 at 1:02 AM Glorius guilt,my bread and butter.Hey Gershon I was right there along on their misadventures .Enjoyed Bookoos. Gershon Wolf July 15, 2023 at 9:06 PM Vicky, you must have had your pick of boys. There were about ten of them or so, my father said...