The Heat

• Ella Mckern, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2016

Some people say it is not real,
And some people push it away,
Others believe it comes closer every lasting day,
Some say it is like a dark cloud in the centre of our ocean,
A spell that can be stopped if someone would make a motion,
But not a motion to stop it but a motion to stop us,
To stop us from what we are doing it won’t even make a fuss,
When global warming strikes there is no turning back,
When the world is flooded and lifeless all we will see is black,
The black of the cold dark sea I am sure soon you will agree,
When the earth becomes the ocean, it will be too late to flee,