Cold Morning.
When I look out of the window
My eyes see only the cold winter morning
All the window coverd in condensation.
I see all the poor children homeless,
No where to go ,so cold,so red,
So scared on the street,
No one to love and no one to care,
No food to eat,
No juice to drink,
No warmth,
only cold...cold...cold.
Kaylie Farrell, Bl.6 |