How I See It
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Richard Jang, Grade 4
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Poetry
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2018
Droughts demolish farmers and jobs.
They just won't give up at all.
They kill my treasured flowers,
Oh, when will the rain just fall.
My livestock desires its food,
my grass went from green to brown;
now I have to slide on boots,
and its giving me a frown
Soon there will be rain they say,
but it's not enough to help me.
I need bundles of fresh hay,
I need support from my team.
I need it immediately,
without haste; or my crops will die.
Every minute passed is one more.
One more life fading on the ground.