Assignment Eight - Poem 1

A Difficult Path

This missus has just gotten me ready
I expect a nice travel to town
She’ll load me with groceries and sweets for the children
But her glum face is telling me otherwise

Are those not fireworks I hear?
Is no one feeling first rate and celebratory?
I’ve never seen my family so down
While they pack me full of belongings

My wheels are groaning under the weight
Where are we going? Why take so much?
I suspect I am carrying everything we own
I think I understand now

Everyone climbs aboard me and we set out
I don’t think we will ever return
I watch my barn growing smaller
For the first time I notice the smoke on the horizon

My family is sad, but I am no bombproof
I must carry them safely across the land
I cannot break or stall; I musn’t fail them
I have to be stronger than I was made to be

This journey will be long and hard…




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Slang Words:
First rate = Feeling well and happy
Bombproof = a war shelter