Room Four Writing
The waves tumbled and turned
As the raft rushed rapidly towards shore,
The soft surfaced sand squished under my feet
As the mountains loomed high above.
The blades of grass were sliced and diced
The turrets twisted and twirled,
Dirt flew like volcanic rock
As soldiers marched on and on.
Blood oozed and made me woozy,
Corpses collapsed like falling trees,
Buildings burned while people churned,
As poppy’s rested with the dead.
Boom! Flash! Boom!
The rain is tormenting down,
The plants are greedily gulping the water,
Making me feel like there has just been a drought.
The wind is screaming without hesitating,
Threatening to flatten everything in its path.
Soon I hear some young voices scream,
The floodwaters threaten to swallow them up.
The thunder is as loud as a gunshot,
The lightening as bright as the sun.
There is chaos all around this town,
And only now does the storm resolute to calm down.
Faith City School Leaders at our ANZAC Memorial Service
PrEP in room 4
The elected Mayor Ezra Malo and deputy Cassidy Wright