The Sleuth And The Bobbysoxer
This poem was created as a response to a writing assignment given by the moderator in the Writer’s Group my wife and I belong to in the town we live near. I am printing it here as part of my ongoing support of my category LEARNING TO WRITE FILES. Since writing is a major part of my life now, I have chosen to publish it here.The theme is as follows: Kristin Pedersen and Russell Ebert meet before he inherits money. One of them is killed.”
Kristen Peterson strolled a walkway one day
To a grand old house not far away
She went to attend a meeting for her
And a young man she knew whom she did prefer
Russel Ebert by name was handsome for sure
He captured her heart though for her not secure
Still feelings were there and they did persist
To cause her the grief so hard to resist
They met at the house to hear of the will
That grandma had left by the stroke of her quill
He won lots of money the reading reports
But another did not who felt out of sorts
He waited outside for Russel to show
And shot him dead for all them to know
Kristen was fraught with tears she did shed
An adolescent dream so brief yet now dead
As the assailant did flee then tripped and fell
She ran up to him and started to yell
You killed my best friend and now he is gone
Why would you fail to let him live on
Because his new wealth the assailant said
Would touch your heart and thrill you I dread
To pull you away and leave me alone
Pining for you and steadfast to moan
I stalked in the shadows to spy on you
Wanting to know if you could be true
But he had your heart that I could see
Now I am doomed for eternity
The End
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