Round Colored Pegs

On small chubby legs ---
I placed round colored pegs ---
Into a flat brown wooden board ---
Doing it the regimental way made me bored ---
Red, yellow and orange, on through ---
Is the teacher's point  of view ---
Not at all of a five year old ---
Who's opinions seems too bold ---
So this teacher slapped my face ---
Although I did try to plead my case ---
And as the tears trickled down like hot coal ---
An unremovable scar was placed upon my soul.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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Dietrich Avatar
July 22, 2010 at 11:59 PM
Aw, that must have hurt! Such a cool way to describe this kind of damage to the small soul. I think you are an interesting poet. LUv, Andrea
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November 20, 2009 at 5:58 PM
This happens way too often to kids. Teachers should build up not tear down. Good use of rhyme to make your point. Keep on writing! Karen
Kendrick Avatar
November 20, 2009 at 10:19 AM
Things like this happen and shouldn't. Messages like this one get out there and it will help to change things. Keep the creative pen flowing. Sara
Fraser Avatar
November 19, 2009 at 10:27 AM
Sheol, i can remember playing with coloured pegs at school and i loved it, nice but sad poem >> and i am so glad a teacher never acted like that with me >> James
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