War And Peace

• Thomas Hughes, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2009

City’s destruction, the smell of decay
The rough stench of war rushing up my nose
Weeping children make floods of tears around
Explosions, like fiery red meteors
Taste of decay drifting into my mouth
War and no more peace is with us again
Sadness of children echoes through the town
Screaming children taken from their loved ones
Children come out and start to play again
Children playing like penguins on a rock
Peaceful water, like the smell of fresh grass
Joyous cries, echoes of peace fill the air
The love of families, warmth of the world
The lightness of peace, stealing through nations
The war has eased to leave a drift of hope