Stephanie C Bond

The Commotion

He stared at all the people,
Who stared right back at him.
Not knowing why he stood there,
They knew he couldn’t swim.

News alerts flashed
On every screen.
They saw the face
Of this one teen.

They assumed it was his parents,
He’d probably been harassed,
But the boy was quite supported
And his Buddy List vast.

He stared at all the people,
Who stared right back at him.
He wondered why they were crying
As he hung out on the limb.

He often came to think
And watch the river roll by,
The clear water and fish
Looked better from up high.

All this extra noise
Was ruining his view.
It was distracting him,
Making his head ache, too.

Upset and fairly confused,
He slid back down the tree.
On the ground the people surrounded him
And cheered so gleefully.

He stared at all the people,
Who beamed right back at him.
They yelled, “The boy is saved!”
As he walked to the gym.





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