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"Ode to a Star Wars Piggy Bank" a poem by Breana Martin

Ode to a Star Wars Piggy Bank


After finding out we were moving,

Our Dad gave us his Star Wars piggy bank 

that he hid in the depths of his closet. 

The chiming of coins saved up over the years

Created a clunky melody

As my sisters and I shook the jar back and forth. 

We set off on our journey

To the grocery store to count up the coins, 

As well as to follow directions from our father

To use the extra coins to buy gumballs from the cent machines.

The only catch was, 

My sisters and I were going to walk

Without our parents

To the Grocery Store. 

The sun warmed the pavement

And turning an ivy covered corner,

We left our home street

And found ourselves side to side

With the fast racing vehicles

Of Ideal Way.

We grabbed our hands together,

Excited and nervous about 

Exploring the bustle of the real world

Without our parents guidance.

Soon we reached our biggest foe;

The crosswalk.

Busy cars engines

Sound like lowly whispers

As we press the crosswalk button. 

Waiting

For the white walk symbol.

After what seemed like hours, 

The light flashes 

As cars stop

To let us move forward. 

Stepping on the crosswalk

Felt like

Entering adulthood, 

Like a new responsibility

To be put on our shoulders. 

We stepped on the crosswalk later; 

The Star Wars Piggy Bank filled to the brim

With fruit candies 

Instead of coins. 

The sense of accomplishment

Stood by us

For years to come.

We had been trusted

With such a strong responsibility, 

To explore the world

By ourselves;

And it started-

With a Star Wars Piggy Bank.

-Breana Martin, freshman


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