Empty

• Tessa Gossow, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2014

Kicking up the dust
Only seeing dead animals
Dead, smelly, empty land
There’s nothing left
I knew dad should have sold them
There gone now
Whirly winds are spinning trying to make fresh air
All that you inhale is red dirt
The dams are dry
The tanks are empty
Rain come!
Before we all go