a poem about Holes by
Louis Sachar
In the heat of the desert sun,
Lies a camp for lost boys on the run.
Their only solace, digging holes all day,
A punishment with no end in sight, they say.
But within these holes lies a secret tale,
Of buried treasure, of love and betrayal.
With each shovel of dirt they uncover,
The past comes to light, like a hidden lover.
Through the eyes of Stanley Yelnats,
We see the power of fate and all its twists.
As friendships bloom amidst the dust and grime,
They learn the true meaning of space and time.
So dig, dig deep, and never lose hope,
For even in darkness, there’s always a rope.
To pull you out of the depths of despair,
And lead you to a future beyond compare.
For in the end, when all is said and done,
We find that holes can lead to the sun.
A journey of self-discovery and grace,
A testament to the human race.