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| The Pack- a poem by me |
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| Wolf pack Lurking in the darkness, Padding through the snow, Running all together, Wherever we do go. The singing of the hunt; It is on our lips, Though the hunger shows, On our slim, bony hips. The leader stops. He sniffs the air. The prey has stopped; Has rested here! Scent grows stronger, On the unlit snow, Eager and swift, Fast we go! Then comes the meeting, The strong and the weak, Both thin and hungry, Both life to seek And the ritual, Old and well used, Is carried out by our pack, To bring down the ewes. They say we are evil, But it is not right, Everything eats to live, We just do it by night. Sarah Copyright 2001 Young Writers Pg Without A Sound Her lips move, silently, like a fish or mime. Moments pass without a word, Did someone stop all time? The only way, I now can speak Is through paper and pen. What happens when I need a job? Just what will happen then? Not all is lost, I now can see, Clearer than before, Whatever happened, now or then, I have good friends evermore. By Sarah War So many soldiers, in so little time. hit by a bullet, or many a mine. They're fighting for freedom, For what they think is right. But that doesnt matter, when they go out to fight. memories come while they're sleeping, when in bed they are laid, But that you don't see at an ANZAC parade. Remember our heroes, and all that they gave, Let those be thought of, who die in the grave. Peace. By Sarah too. All of these are: Copyright2001 Young Writers Pg |
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