The  War  Birds.

The War Birds.

I live in a land

Where the war birds

Have come.

Night brings the sound

Of the planes

And the guns.

The choice isn't mine

It's the grown ups

That fight,

Hate and spite.

For now, I 'll be good

And play

In the yard,

I hope your life's better,

Mine is

So hard.

Emily Emptied The bag.

Emily emptied the bag

Her mother had carefully packed

To take to the beach

That they never reached.

She went in and took

The blanket and book

And water and food

She dropped where she stood.

Her mother frowned

And kept Emily home,

Now the hallway she roams

And thinks of the beach

Because Emily emptied the bag.

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