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The Crossing a poem by Sophia

THE CROSSING

A POEM BY SOPHIA, AGE 9

The giant sails flapped

Whilst the wooden boom clapped

The stench of clothes soaked in pee

Why can’t we wash them in the sea?

Time passes slowly

as we play games on the deck

Whilst we pass old ship wrecks

Cramped up bodies lying in the dark

Sardines squashed together,

This is no walk in the park

Nasty nibbling rats

Annoy the ship’s cats

Hard stale biscuits and bitter beer

We will always have starving bellies I fear

Waves clashing against the side of a ship

The salty air causing a dried-out lip

How long will it take to the new land?

Food, shelter, a home so grand

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