Olden Days

• Jayda Richards, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2012

Olden days
Old and alone brown black and white
Remember the times where we had to fight
In the war sad scared and poor
Everyone thought there was no more
Bombs blowing up in my face
This is where we had to race
All alone no one on my side
I will just remember to say my good byes
All I know is that I am sad
This is scary and I feel bad
All I wanted to see was my mum and dad
No colour no technology
No fun and no games
All our precious items were our family in a photo frames
Olden days were not so fun
Just remember we are lucky and free to run