I am Otis, soft and kind
I wonder what others think of me
I hear notes ringing out from my guitar
I see a future for myself
I want a life and friends beyond this store
I am Otis, soft and kind
I pretend that I am playing for the world to hear
I feel the music flowing through me
I touch Winn Dixie's soft fur
I worry that I'll never regain my reputation
I cry when I think about being behind bars
I am Otis, soft and kind
I say that music can save you
I dream for Opal and her future
I try to make people understand my purpose
I hope that one day they will
I am Otis, soft and kind
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That's exactly what I think of Otis when I think of his I poem. Sarah, you did a great job with this. Otis is very deep, just not open about it.
ReplyDeleteI agree with Tara that Otis was not open at all. Opal cared for him, just like he cared and wished her the best. He seemed happy and content with having only the pet store animals, Opal and Winn-Dixie as his friends. His music was soft and gentle just like he was.
ReplyDeleteGreat job Sarah! You've got Otis "to a T." I would like to meet Otis in real life; he seems to be someone who would be very soothing and comfortable to be around. I loved your poem!
ReplyDeleteI really enjoyed this. It sounds just like what I pictured Otis to be
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