"Everyone who goes home to lunch hold up your hands".
"Miss Caroline, he's a Cunningham".
"I've had about enough of you this morning".
She sank down into her chair and
buried her head in her arms.
had her been more friendly I would have felt sorry.
Saved by the bell,
Catching Walter in the school yard gave
me some pleasure of rubbing him in the dirt.
"Not a soul in sight" I said
as Jem leaned as far as he could into the window
but then I saw Dill ringing the bell with all his might.
We weren't makin' fun of him, we
weren't laughin' at him',
we were just-
Every scratch of feet on gravel was Boo Radley
seeking revenge. Every passing Negro laughing was Boo Radley
loose and after us. Insects splashing was Boo Radley picking wire to pieces.
Leaving me to entertain
our cousin. Francis was eight and
had slicked back his hair.
"He's nothin' but a nigger-lover!"
"He is not!" I roared and
ran after him, collaring him.
"Why there he is, Mr Tate,
he can tell you his name."
He was leaning against the wall.
His hands were white hand that
had never seen the sun,
so white that they stood out against the wall.
I gazed at him in wonder,
His lips parted into a timid smile.
"Hey,Boo," I said.
The poem was a little confusing. The first stanza had three dialogues with no speaker mentioned before and afterhand. This also reappeared once in stanza 7 where the speakers were not clear. You might want to clarify this matter by putting who the speaker is beforehand.
ReplyDeleteThe structure of the poem was a little confusing for me as the tempo was too fast.
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