I wonder why it had to be me!
Every day and every night,
It is a terrible, horrific sight,
All the bombs are very frightening,
Like the flashing, yellow lightning.
I wish I wasn't an evacuee,
I wonder why it had to be me!
I wish that I could go back home,
And not be here all alone.
If we all had more and better food,
We might all be in a friendlier mood,
I hope sometime this war will end,
And that our hearts will also mend.
Emily Jones, Ysgol Borth-y-Gest.