Oh, to go home
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Hannah Reid, Grade 8
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Poetry
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2004
I have no boots, I have no hat,
I have nothing at all
Except a coat to see me through
The winter and the fall
The wind is cold, my feet are bare,
There is no truce in sight
I long for the warmer days
I must keep up this fight
When this war is over,
And the ships come back to shore
I hope I can go home again
And be free once more.