Never Again

• Zoe Stringer, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2019

The sky was all black,
The smoke was a deadly fume,
I’m hoping one day that,
The flowers will again bloom.

As the sirens sound,
Trees are already burning down,
My scars are severe,
And death is near.

Bushes are burnt,
Branches are bent,
The house has burnt down,
So we now live in a tent.

We will remember this day,
But not in a good way,
For our memories are destroyed,
As we now live in void.