MOVING AWAY... Moving Away (March - April Activity) | Page 13

y poem on “ Moving Away ”

was forced to leave my home hey said it was for safety

ow , my home is no more ust a battlefield . y heart is broke , nd my soul is in pain ; hy must life be so cruel ?

or while I was walking , earching for a friendly scent . nd I was wondering myself : ut how far will I escape , ow long will I flee ?

ome was my refuge , y haven , my sanctuary . ow , after taking it from us , hey call me a refugee .

Lou-Anne