War
By kat14903
Huge shattering Boulders. Taking away our Young. The tremor of gunfire and bombs. Killing our Brothers. The sharp teeth of a Tiger. Devouring the beauty of Nature. A Sad Tearful Time. When Death comes Stalking.ok I wrote this when I was 11 years old for my english class. The teacher had us draw 3 words from 3 different hats and we had to make a poem out of them. My words were~Tiger ~ Beauty ~ and Time. Written October 30th, 2001 © on Oct 30 2001 02:44 PM PST 0 • 10
AI analysis available. Enable JavaScript to interact.
About this line
"Huge shattering Boulders...."