Memories

The mountains flow like a colourful river,
The pebbles scatter in the long dry grass,
The trees are magic with a green like glimmer,

This beautiful land used to be ours,
How could you, how could you they used to scream,
When they locked their children behind bars,

The people stole everything, they are so mean,
The mountains, the pebbles, the magic trees,
Are only memories blown away in the breeze.

~Maisie, Year 5