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.