Walter Dean Myers

Harlem: A Poem

They took the road in Waycross, GeorgiaSkipped over the tracks in East St. LouisTook the bus from Holly SpringsHitched a ride from Gee’s BendTook the long way through MemphisThe third deck down from TrinidadA wrench of heart from Goree IslandA wrench of heart from Goree IslandTo a place calledHarlemHarlem was a promiseOf a better life,of…

Love that boy,

I said I love that boylike a rabbit loves to runLove to call him in the morninglove to call him‘Hey there, son!’He walk like his Grandpa,Grins like his Uncle Ben.I said he walk like his Grandpa,And grins like his Uncle Ben.Grins when he’s happy,When he sad, he grins again.His mama like to hold him,Like to…