War

• Heather Zeinert, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2018

The roaring alarms are getting loud
The screaming children are not very proud
Massive crowds surround
Terror

A plane on fire whizzing past
Lost dogs are running fast
No one is having a blast
Shock

Bombs fly around sky’s
No more time to chase butterflies
Time to say the last goodbyes
Scared