Empty Streets

• Arlia Norrie, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2015

As I walk the empty streets
In the hot and tiring heat
Being homeless isn’t so cool
Only if I could go to school
A home would be great
Some food would be to; what shall I do?
Maybe I’ll busk or should I beg
Anything for a nice warm bed
My biggest fear is the night
But I stand strong with all my might
I wish I had a family
To help and take care of me