The Wonderful Babies Of Walloon

• Eliza Wood, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2018

The wind whispers in my ear
It’s telling me a secret
About something that’s near
Something I’d never forget.
The birds chirp along
And the trees start to sway
It sounds like a song
Where the babies lay.
Across the road was their school
But they sadly drowned.
It didn’t happen in a pool
But when they did the round.
It’s them we will remember
From then and to the end
We’ve become a member
A great Walloon friend.