Faces Of The Future

• Luke Howlett, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2007

we lay on the ground
not moving
staring into space
not a single person
not a single race

there is no sound of peace
just the wind blowing
across there faces

nothing is moving
because nothing is alive
not even the sound of rustling leaves
in the autumn wind

the only sound of life is
thunder and rain tapping down
on there faces
it happens alot now because of the
way people looked after this beautiful
place in the past

and now the clouds open up
rays of light pierce through
and burn the landscape
showing the faces of the dead
to the heavens