My Life As A Poppy

My Life As A Poppy

I feel thankful to be alive.

I gently sway as the blackbirds sing.

The autumn leaves collapsing to the floor.

I can see the toad like frogs jumping

in the pond one by one.

I can feel the cold breeze blowing across my face,

I feel thankful to be alive.

Petrified with despair.

The thick smoke blinding my sight.

As the venomous gas poisons me.

The soilders bloodshod as they trample past me.

I can see the grenades whizzing over me.

I can feel sadness in the air.

Petrified with despair.

by Masha Weerasekara (Yr 6)