Poem by David

David wrote this poem for a school assignment. He gave me permission to share it.

Resting on a silvery soft cloud
Lies a little boy who is quite loud
He is way up high after booking
A flight on a cold winter night looking
For a hooded shadow to come
Until he is done being lonesome
Resting on his silvery cloud
Until he says good bye to his ma'am
This hero of all boys' name is Sam.
             - David Sommer

When I asked David if he had a favorite picture of Sam to include, this was his choice.

And here's one of my own favorites...