World War II by Hannah (My 9 year old granddaughter is published!)
Sorry folks, my turn to brag!
Hannah, now 10, wrote this poem last year while still 9, and it has been chosen for print in a book called "Travel Back in Rhyme" by Young Writers.
What I can see …
Searchlights gleaming overhead
Careful, a bomb might give you a fright
Rubble fills the streets
Erupting bombs smashing through windows
What I can hear …
Burst pipes spitting water over everyone
People screaming loud everywhere
Guns firing at planes
Sirens going out for safety
What I can feel …
Damp and cold floor
All gooey and sludgy
All the frights are shakier than ever
Tears dropping from everyone’s eyes
Wishing the war would end.
Hannah Cockman
Lynn Dye
Mon 9th Apr 2012 11:21
Cheers, MC, thanks a lot.