The Chimney Sweeper
by Anna O’Hora-Bimbot
Do you know somebody like me?
Covered in soot
Tired and weary
Nobody to care for me “deary”
I travel by foot
I pull myself up
Before the day turns to dawn
I shiver and shake
Stomach rumbling, I yawn
I keep my mouth shut
And I follow my boss
High on the roof tops
I’m scared but there are no buts
My hair they have shaved
So the flames won’t singe
I slide down the funnel
They don’t care that I cringe
My name is Tom Sild
I’ll soon be seven
I’m a chimney sweep child
My work is no heaven
Do you know somebody like me?
Categories:
sild, 8th grade, 9th grade,
Form: Rhyme
My dear fervent land of emulous miserere,
Had I be your creator or swish despot care,
Whose cloat can awe beyond exalted gild,
Then you'll bloom than grass, and wet sild,
River Benue, and Niger can faint thy yearning,
Of your strange dreams, and emulous longing,
You don't need exorcist, necromancy to weal,
Who corollary your fate to end in infernal wail,
That fine green fresh land would be ploughed,
As done in America, and Thailand to end slog,
Even now as then our heart were filled in ideas,
Amidst all our elders that fate bring before us.
Categories:
sild, absence,
Form: Ballad