Christopher

Ever since he was but a boy,

he was not given much reason to feel joy,

his mother died when he was born,

his father blame him for her lifelessness,

by the time Christopher was as high as a cornstock,

he was sent away to his grandmother's farm,

grabdmother Abagail was a stern old woman,

Christopher could never, ever appease her,

one day he had finally cleaned out the stalls,

grand mother made him do it again,

the night had been cold,

Christopher died of phenomena that fateful night,

died feeling that he never was quite right