The End Of The Voyage

• Lilian Chan, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2008

While drifting like a small boat lost at sea
One white flag flapping weakly in the breeze
With shattered hopes and forlorn sights to see
The foreign soldiers’ cheers resound through trees

A spark of memory lifts the misty haze
Before he left, an infant waved goodbye.
His longing eyes then leaked, he felt a daze
“My poor child” Said he, ending with a sigh.

Some squabbling squawks, overpowers the thought
Then flocks of crows, as dark as thunder’s rage
It matters not now, that mayhem will be sought
The voyage is over, he writes his final page

That distant horizon, never reached by man
He sees the truth like nobody else can.