I especially loved doing this poem! Atticus is such a loving father to his children!
A new day is dawning,
While Mr. Finch's children awake from their peaceful slumber, yawning.
To be their father, he knows he must not dwell in shadow,
For that was the past, and to the future he must go.
For his children deserve far better,
Than a father who is too unhappy to be a go-getter.
With Calpurnia's assistance, he raised them right,
Taught young Jem and Scout how to fight,
Fight for what they believe,
But never try to deceive,
Many other frowned on his mission,
For letting his children call him Atticus broke all tradition.
But where they lived, there weren't other children their age,
So calling him this made him seem less of a sage.
He thought his children too young and innocent to return his favor,
But he was surprised when they protected him not too much later.
"It took an eight-year-old to bring 'em to their senses..." This was right,
For Atticus saw more of himself in his children with each passing night,
And as their innocence melted away,
With each passing day.
He lived for each dawn to see,
How much more proud of his son and daughter could he be.