Leaving Home
My family and loved ones behind me as I am leaving.
The delicious smell of the food and baking we were eating.
Screaming and crying as soldiers march off to war.
I have a sick feeling because I don’t know if I will return home.
Horrible, rock hard
rationed biscuits.
I think war will be a terrible
place to be.
Taylah
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