My precious: graduating class of 1812

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We were ten pygmies strong,
not including me, the Snow White
in this story of nine dwarves,
plus one who went through puberty.

We went to the woods for a history lesson,
to live like they did in the 19th century,
in a phone reception-less laboratory where
our poor leprechauns turned to bribery,
promising wishes for a little phone service.

Besides a bit of time traveling wifisickness
they were the best short adventurers
that anyone could ask for.

The diminutive students trekked
through weather from Mordor
to the crest of Mt. Doom;
to them it was named Rattlesnake Mountain
but they were hobbits all the same.

One eighth grader even lost a ring to the
hungry mouth of fog that
swallowed the rocky peak.
A offering to the gods
made it easier to leave behind.

2 thoughts on “My precious: graduating class of 1812

  1. Lovely.. i was mesmerized with the 1st stanza! I’m gonna seek ur permission to read a collection of your poems! 🙂
    the freshness that you bring to ur subjects really makes me feel younger! 🙂 Keep it up!

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