War

• Eleanor Holden, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2004

Red sand stained with blood,
Graves dug for ones once living,
Rubble left where houses once stood.

Deathly silence where kids once played,
Craters lying where ground once lay,
Burnt forests where green once grew.

Comes and goes leaving darkness,
Sadness clouds happiness once been,
Never feel safe, always insecure.