A long way from home

• Melanie Bailey, Grade 3
• Poetry
• 2006

That man makes me sad, I feel bad .
Mamma was all I had and I am very sad.
I wish I was there for my mum because really I am her son.
I did not like the sound of gun’s and I did not know where to run.
I need to find a place to flee.
The stupid dummy he killed my mummy.
Then I saw ahead of me another mummy for me.
I had made friend’s with a man but he is my only friend in this lonely land.
I miss my mamma most of all, I feel like I am going o fall.
Cheer up mate said a man in a big crate.
It was not very fun to hear the sound of gun’s.