Guest poet

Recently, our library hosted a guest speaker who shared stories about the Holocaust. Later in the day, students met with her in smaller workshops. Here is a poem by one 8th grader written that day:

Rain

The tears of the angels came pouring down,
they feel so sad for the people on the ground.

The more people die,
the more tears come down.

The tear hits the little boy's face,
the sadness of his mother's death.

The little boy looked up to the sun.
All the tears were soaked up by the sun.

S.C.