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A Poem by Caleb

One of Caleb's latest writing assignments has been to write some poems. Below is a sonnet he wrote...
My Friends
The boys are in the field to catch some meals; traps are set as they think about the meat. They sit and wait the hunger each one feels; the roasted rats are really quite a treat!
Then to the river for a dip, no trunks to wear they remove all, no fear of cold, no quivering lip, they jump they splash they have a ball.
Then chasing goats cause it’s their job; to lose them means they face the cane, resulting in a terrible sob. They do what they must to avoid the pain.
Oh Karamoja, it’s my home; there my friends, they love to roam.