Poetry

Sonnet:

A Road to Water

The sun creeps across the golden pink sky
It beats down upon the dusty dirt trail
We trudge along as time passed slowly by
Are water dwindling our food getting stale

Up the mountain we go towards the high top
A water bottle I hold in my hand
I take a long sip and drink the last drop
With out water we can not even stand

My eyes light up I see far away
A river that is sitting, bubbling
There is a shady tree where we can stay
We sit and relax no longer troubling

From the tree drops an orange which is sweet
I fall asleep after eating my treat

Poem:

Gone

there is a room

a room full of candles

where names bounce across the walls

in the dark, but yet light from the glow of the flames

there are trees, thousands of trees

that stand in a garden

the trees of the saviors

the brave 

the righteous

there is a hole dark and empty 

like the imprint of an astroid

gashing into the ground 

ridged

breath takingly

horrific

there are books

books and books and books

they line the walls 

floor to ceiling

seemingly going on forever

surrounding

they all represent the names

the names 

and names 

and names

11,000,000 people

6,000,000 jews

1,500,000 children

250,000 righteous 

gone