Goodbye

• Julia Cooper-hor, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2019

Bang, crash, boom
The noise could reach the moon
Many fell down to the ground
It was an awful sound
Then I saw him
I bullet straight through his limbs
My best friend
His life had come to an end
There he was, dead
I should have listened to what he said
I rushed over to see
Because he would do the same with me
I crouched down
With a huge frown
Bang, I was hit, my last word
Goodbye