SFC author Arnot McCallum's poem, The Little Red Sock, won 2nd place in the Preditors & Editors Reader Poll for Best Poetry.
The Little Red Sock
By: Arnot McCallum
The little Red Sock was all alone.
He had no mate to call his own.
He was told to be quiet and not say a word.
One sock alone was quite absurd.
He just sat still in the dresser drawer,
And watched as the other socks
Went out the door.
The blue socks went to school each day.
The green socks got to run and play.
The yellow socks always went to the mall.
The white socks came out for basketball.
Red Sock’s heart was full of care,
As he lay beside the underwear.
He cried himself to sleep each night,
And prayed for love with all his might.
His prayers were answered.
For one day, you see
Red Sock was hung on the Christmas tree.
When Santa came on Christmas night,
He saw Red Sock with his colors bright.
Santa filled Red Sock with candy and toys
For all the family’s girls and boys.
Red Sock was so happy,
He couldn’t stop talking.
Now Red Sock was famous...
A Christmas stocking!
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Copyright © 2008 by Arnot McCallum