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.

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