Journey
The trees whispered with the rush of crisp air
Sloshing noises coming from each step
SS soldiers yelling, “We are almost there!”
Sisters and brother always wept
Falling to the ground from starvation
Helping the weak so no blood will be shed
People had no idea about their location
Fire and smoke billowed up ahead
Thousands of people enter the gate
People to the left and people to the right
Looking up ahead and seeing their fate
Friends and strangers held on tight
On the ground were people still as stone
Soldiers passed them by with no care in their mind
The white snow had now turned red
The children now realized that the people were dead
I really hate poems and I am not good with them!. What should I write for my last stanza!? It has to do something with the book Night by Elie Wiesel!.
also leave comments and things that I should change!. also some other ideas if you have any!. Thanks in advance!Www@QuestionHome@Com