Martha

• George Dunham, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2014

Me and my brother, were sitting at home
When something rang loudly; it was the phone.
"Come down the road as quick as you can."
As fast as we could, we ran and we ran.
When we got down the road, we saw something black As soon as I saw it, I
took some steps back.
It was shaking and rustling and trying to get out, Then there was mum,
just running about.
"She's having a stroke, she's having a stroke."
As soon as I heard that, my heart simply broke "What could that be?" my
brother just said.
It was Martha our dog,
In her death bed.