A growing boy of seventeen,
in El Paso all alone.
Graduated from high school,
first time away from home.
There’s a lot of meanness going on,
in a border town that size.
A lot of things that sounded good,
and seem easy in a young mans eye.
An old black man worked with me,
in the grocery store job I had.
He was a lighthouse in my life,
a guiding light just like my dad.
He told me things I needed to know,
and gave advice even when not asked.
He was a guiding light in stormy times,
keeping me straight was quite a task.
He didn’t have to spend his time,
with a rawboned kid like me.
But his beacon still shines in my heart,
and I’m sure it always will be.
P.N.
A contest entry
- Picture Prompt by Sandygram.
650 points, ended September 7, 2008, 22 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Heartwarming..I really enjoyed reading this.
Congrats on the HM.
Well done.
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What a wonderful tale you have spun. A great take on the picture prompt. A delightful poem that brought a smile. A pleasure to read this Sunday morning. Thank you for entering. Best of luck. Sandy
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This is a wonderfully written poem. And I am sure that the man you are speaking of knows how much he meant to you. Thanks for sharing this with us.
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