Halte!

By: Johnathon Bedasse

Halte, halte the soilders said,

It repeats in my head.

Out my window fire explodes by the dock,

It’s so loud I can’t hear the tick of my clock!

I hate the Nazi’s, I hate them so bad,

Just thinking about them makes me mad.

They kill the Jews like little flies,

They even made my uncle die.

I just want to be free.

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FEELINGS

By: James Powell

I can feel bad

I can feel sad

I can also feel glad.

Feelings

Nobody can see them.

Nobody can ease them.

They’re always there.

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SICK!

By: Johnathon Bedasse

Oh I feel sick laying in bed

And I need to be fed

I do not want to eat

Not a bit of meat

I have caught a cold

Maybe from the mold

I feel yucky inside

But I have God by my side.

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My Feelings

By Henri M.

My feelings are sad.

I can be sad,

About stuff sometimes.

Sad is somewhere private.

Sometimes I can be sad about how I look.

I’m sad that maybe I’m fat, skinny, long or short.

But I know that God,

Loves me the way I am.

Even if I think I’m stupid, crazy or just not smart.