by Lily C., 11
Today I leave for the army.
I wave to my mother.
I say bye to my sister.
I hug my brother goodbye.
Although I am saying goodbye, I say hello to the lonely road ahead.
As my donkey walks on, my carriage rolling at a steady pace, I write on a piece of parchment:
Lonely roads I walk,
Trying hard to find a home.
I cannot give up.
I listen to the grass sway as I pass a cow pasture. They moo as if to say:
We may only graze.
We watch, with grief, the people
Trying not to stop.
I finally reach camp. The sounds of marching men and drums fill my ears:
Why have you come to this place?
This is not your home.
Red Bank, New Jersey