The Wanted Man

Jake was a wanted man. He was on the run. Most people hated him. He lived rough. One day he was out looking for firewood. He heard a shout. A boy had fallen in the river. He could see him struggling. He wasn't allowed near children. But he couldn't let him drown. He dived in and pulled the boy out. People were coming. Jake ran away. He watched from a distance. He felt good to know he had done some good. Then people started coming towards him. He was afraid. He ran. He slipped into the river. He was swept away. He was never found. The boy and his family never forgot him. He wasn't all bad.

And turned into a poem....

Jake was a wanted man.
He was on the run.
Most people hated him.
Life was no fun.

He lived rough.
One day when he was out
looking for firewood
He heard a shout.

A boy had fallen in the river.
He could see him going down.
He wasn't allowed near children
But he couldn't let him drown.

He dived in and pulled him out.
People were coming to the scene.
So Jake ran away.
Not wanting to be seen.

He watched from a distance.
He felt good inside.
He had done some good at last.
But he still had to hide.

Then people came towards him.
He knew he couldn’t stay.
He ran and slipped...into the river...
He was swept away.

Jake’s body was never found.
A forever hiding place he had.
The boy and his family never forgot him.
He wasn't all bad.