Elizabeth Smith


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    She is an imaginary figure used to represent someone that lived in Boston during the Revolution. he is about fifteen y.o. and the Strangers are the Reds.

    Elizabeth Smith

    I am Elizabeth Smith

    My father is a blacksmith

    His father was a soldier in England

    But picked up and moved to America

    Edward Garrick does Father’s hair

    He says it helps him look more professional

    That way he’d get more customers

    Recently Father has been at the shop more often

    It seems he’s never around

    He’s always making and fixing things for the strangers

    We have a stranger in our home too

    Mother says he helps people

    But I don’t like him very much

    He complains a lot

    In fact, the other day

    He told me I didn’t make his tea right

    And Father made me give him my blanket

    Because he wasn’t warm enough in his cot near the fire

    He told me I was pretty once though

    That he liked my hair when I wore it down

    And he said my smile looked pretty

    When he made a joke to me

    And I laughed

    But I don’t think he knew

    That Father had told me to laugh at his jokes

    Because they really weren’t very funny

    They were mostly about how we were stupid

    Well, he didn’t say it was us

    But he was talking about Americans

    And I am American

    Mother has been in the kitchen a lot also

    Because our stranger has friends over

    They also get hungry

    But I think they’re taking advantage of us

    Because they eat a lot more than I ever have

    I tried to speak to Mother about it once

    But she said I was creating problems where there weren’t any

    But I know inside

    One does exist

    If not many

    But until the Strangers

    Leave my once-peaceful home

    I shall keep running

    And I am Elizabeth Smith

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    Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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