The New Boy

The New Boy David J Walker The boys playing in the alley Turned into a prehistoric combat team As soon as they learned That a New Kid was in town and Had stepped on their turf The Rock Fight was four on one When it begun and could not be avoided even though Most rocks flew through the air Hitting inanimate objects everywhere untargeted I drew the only blood spilt In the killing zone when the lilt in one little boy's voice cracked in pain and went crying home with a Bloodied Lower Lip There was a truce for the night and the Next day the leader of their gang fight Became My new best friend When Dad heard He just said You could have put his eye out You know And that’s when the threat of another rock fight Came to an end Until another new boy moved in