The Journey

by Eleanor Austin aged 9

We were a family playing happily

but a war came rapidly.

The war took our dad,

which made us very mad.

Our mother was talking to another,

which made us leave with my brother

We left at twilight with no light,

in the forest I had a fright.

We arrived at the spikey border,

but a guard gives us an order

Guards chased us,

we paid a stranger to help us and he said yes.

We saw a glistening sea,

on the ocean we were set free.

We saw a speck of land,

and finally we stopped being mad.

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