Going South

• Evelyn Broad, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2014

Mimi was a little bird, her little voice wished to be heard.
All the birds were flying south, but Mimi stayed inside her house.
She had lost her flock in a storm, just a year after she was born.
Crazy things were happening, wind was blowing leaves ungreen.
Of course its autumn Mimi cried, that’s why the leaves on trees have died.
I must now stock up for winter, things that can stay in a freezer.
Why I’ll grab some apples for apple pie, and why not a pumpkin I don’t want to die.
She found ten apples, and a pumpkin from chapels.
Then she flew to her house, as quiet as a mouse.
Soon enough it was winter, there wasn’t much as a splinter.
In autumn Mimi made apple crumble, and pumpkin soup was in the bundle.
In spring Mimi had found her flock, flying south was now in stock.