THE TEN-MILE WALK
Get up in the morning searching for breakfast
My school uniform neatly press dress up fast
To be in class alas not so fast I live out West
Grandmother is happy living in the country
School for me is located in a faraway city
A commute I rather not take each day you see
But for want of knowledge, a person gets free
To be walking the highway to school each day
Come Rain or sun there is just no other way
Makes a child healthy wealthy wise and gay
Worn-out shoes from tired walking I dare say
Day after day without hesitation plugging away
For want of knowledge yes education is the way
Oh tired feet why do you hate me so much
Left untouched I would be lost onward I trust
Back and forth walk or trot there is no bus
In God, I trust dusk to dawn makes no fuss
School is ten miles away from Grandma's door
Ten miles I walk less talk off to school I must
Into The Mist poems
Kenvil Atkins for Timeless Poetry Series
