Peace

• Laura Tilley, Grade 3
• Poetry
• 2013

There are horses kicking at the dusty dirt road.
Pulling a wooden carriage along the river.
In the carriage are large boxes of dirty clothes.
Travelling to a different place away from war.
Away from the noise – to a quiet place.
Deciding on the river.
The river rippled softly – winding around bends.
They listened to the birds twitter until the sun went down.
Sleeping peacefully hoping that there life would be better now away from the noise.