Friday, April 27, 2012


Amanda: After reading the poems we shared in class I jotted down these thoughts:

Every year the day we remember haunts me.
The day I recall all the torment, the pain.
War is the trauma, horror and death that no one should see.
The trust and good times are a distant memory.

1 comment:

  1. This poem is awesome beacause you used words that nobody else used! You showed and did not tell :)
    It felt like i was really in the war.


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