The gunman were protecting,
The wall was defending,
From the war going on
It was no
place to have fun.
As the baby leaves waited for their
parents,
Behind the great wall,
Some parents never to be seen again.
In the great war against the wood,
The children screamed, “Mom!” and “Dad!”
But nobody would answer, it was leaves
versus wood.
Nature at war, made more destruction than humans could.
I like it because its very interesting, it tells a story to the reader basically.
ReplyDeleteI think this poem is really good because you made up your own story and used amazing adjectives.
ReplyDeleteThank you
DeleteSamuel R