From the Last Chapter of To Kill a Mockingbird
Neighbors bring food
with death
and flowers
with sickness
and little things in between.
Boo was our neighbor.
He gave us
two soap dolls,
a broken watch and chain,
a pair of good-luck pennies,
and our lives.
But neighbors give
in return.
We never put back
into the tree
what we took out of it:
we had given him nothing,
and it made me sad.
2 comments:
What a great passage. It works so well as a poem.
You've done a great job here. This is one of my favourite books and it works so well as a poem.
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