Found Poem- Stella
March On
Block 57, forward! March!
It snowed on and on
I had two pieces of bread
An icy wind was blowing violently
We were no longer marching,
We were running
Like automatons
My wounded foot no longer hurt
The blood flowed more readily in our veins.
The night was pitch-black,
Like it had no soul
They would shoot us if we stopped
Their fingers on the triggers,
Ready to shoot
If one of us stopped
Even for a second,
I would not stop
One foot in front of the other
Left
Right
Left
Right
Like a machine.
“Don't think, don't stop, run!”
Good job Stella. You put together your poem well and it flows excellently. Line 7 was a great choice because it perfectly captures what is happening during the march. The poem is highlighted in white so you can't read unless you highlight it yourself. You might want to fix that. But overall, good job.
ReplyDeleteHi Stella,
ReplyDeletegood job, I like this poem because it makes me feel upset about how terrible the Holocaust was. That is good because the poem makes you feel emotion. But good job.