Digging for Diamonds

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From the book The Armpit of Doom


I’m digging for diamonds.
I’m digging for gold.
I’m digging for silver
that’s shiny and cold.

I’m digging all day and
I’m digging all night.
I’m digging for rubies
all sparkling and bright.

I plan to get famous.
I plan to get rich
by digging up gemstones
in ditch after ditch.

And yet, from these ditches
I’ve dug in the ground,
there weren’t any diamonds
or coins to be found.

I haven’t got silver
or rubies, you see…
I just have my mom and dad
yelling at me.

For though I found nothing
from digging till dawn,
my parents found holes
where we once had a lawn.

 — Kenn Nesbitt

Copyright © 2012. All Rights Reserved.

Reading Level: Grade 3

Topics: Poems about Friends and Family

Poetic Techniques: Alliteration, Narrative Poems, Repetition


From the Book The Armpit of Doom

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