A poem meets bird-hate

Aug 07, 2005 11:08

Okay 2 things
first.. an old poem....
For those who known me over 10months.. you have read this,
For those who haevn't, i worte this in year 9 and won a poetry competition with it..and i felt like sharing some of my past with those who really know very little of it.

War and home

“Mum I am home you can
take me to soccer now!” the child broadcasted through the house
“Not yet” The child’s mum complained.
“Take me……..

home any day I miss my family so
much!” The doctor said as he worked
on saving a mans leg after getting a
bullet wound. “I love my family and I am
sure they know I am saving…….

look how much I am saving on this
product I bought at the supermarket”
“stop trying to change the subject”
the child claimed, but the mother
continued “I should buy these by the……

truckloads of more men came
into the hospital camp, all
wounded in different ways a man
with a hurt arm was brought in
not everything was sterilized
properly and some might even be……

“Dangerous!” the child said with a
startled look “you never thought soccer
was dangerous before you just don’t
want to leave yet you are stalling, you
know who always liked soccer?….

dad with two kids and a wife, I can’t wait to get back again to them, will that be soon?” the man asked. “You will have to wait until your arm heals properly” he said, “don’t worry it will be……

Soon your dad will be back and we can continue this further!”

Adn secondly..
there is a bird out side my windom that sounds exactly like a telepphoone, and because of this.. I HATE IT>. i keep reaching ver to the telephone thinking i hve to answer something.. ARGH!!

that is all,
the end
love joogles
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