A Boy Named Zach
There was a young boy
Who lived with his dad,
His name was Zach,
He was never sad.
When he wasn't in school
He'd ride his bike
Or swim in the pool
With his buddy Mike.
Fishing with dad was a huge delight,
They'd fish for hours
And return in the night.
Zach was a nice boy,
He would never complain,
The approval from dad
Was his greatest gain.
(our neighbor in Hemet, Ca.)
poem by Debora Soramaki
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