April Vanderkamp, Grade 6, Investigator College
A depressed sky looks down, dull and grey and starts to cry.
The old chain fence hides the children playing with rusty and sharp nails.
Plain, miserable shacks stand in line and hold the children off the soil and mud. Only two things to comfort them and light the shacks
The moon and the gentle whispers of the breeze
By April Vanderkamp