A Sad Poem
O the wind danced across my face
Standing tall in the sun
Majestic beauty, golden lace
In wheat fields, my life had begun
Golden beauty, upon farm lands
And I cupped crickets in my hands
Golden beauty
Golden beauty
A carefree life with no demands
And then one day the harvest came
Taken to the baker
Turned into bread; O what a shame
Luncheon delight, hunger breaker
I’m a sandwich; to keep kids calm
Made for them, by a loving mom
I’m a sandwich
I’m a sandwich
With ham 'n cheese; held in my palm
Then one day, I was made for school
Fixed by moms’ loving hands
Put in the fridge to keep me cool
Go with the kids, those were the plans
They forgot me! Early that day
The next day too; what can I say?
They forgot me!
They forgot me!
O what a death, rotting away
Gold trophy winner
Bronze trophy winner
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