Freshmen Backpacks

Freshmen Backpacks Oh strong almighty dean Hear my cry as I have seen Small freshmen, fourteen years old With hefty backpacks, strong and bold. A girl, Mary, carries all of her books, Walks the halls, and gets strange looks. Hercules is not as strong as her bag; It makes her weak and she begins to lag. As she switches class, she becomes a bowling ball Bumping into students causing them to fall. Students scream, “Use a locker!” She lowers her head and continues to suffer. Her back starts to hurt, almost as much as her shoulders As she overcomes obstacles, resembling giant boulders. When she reaches those triumphant and almighty stairs She begins to sweat and forgets all her affairs. One step at a time, she begins to climb But stops at the top to pick up a dime. Her legs begin to shake as she causes traffic, The students push past her in a rush of panic. At the day’s end, she begins to crumble As the the school floors begin to rumble. She goes to bed looking into the night Readying herself for another day’s flight.