(Children) The Whale Rider
The little boy trudged, his hair in a ruffle
After being slammed into metal and steel.
He walked all the way home through a dusty dirt road
To a family that did not feel.
His parents were frozen mannequins,
Their plastic faces waxed in a stand-still tangle.
They would sit and watch the Travel Channel
Then sit and eat dinner in a triangle.
After ten years of this, he wanted no more,
He thought about the Travel Channel and what it showed,
He thought of mountains evergreen
And dusks and sunrises over the Babylon Road.
So one day he went down to the bay
And he knelt at the shore,
Sent a tiny prayer to the horizon
And he wiped his eyes,
Not believing what he saw.
There it was, as large as the sky,
Emerging from the deep blue oceanside,
A whale coming out of the crest
To give him a long, world-trip ride.
poem by K. Jared Hosein
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