Pieces of Wood
I waded on a river
I got a sound to hear
I got a shiver
(4) Lost in that year
Wails and shrieks, cries of pain
Down they drifted
Who had been slain?
(8) And up, what had they shifted?
I felt such fear
When I wore a hood
In that specific year
(12) On pieces of wood
A/N: So I'm not much of a poet, but I came up with this poem in 7th grade, luckily I had saved the paper, and I wanted to share it with you guys, I hope you guys like it. And if you guys want more poems from me, I'll gladly come up with more. Just send me a message and I'll do it!
P.S.: On line 8 it was originally "And up, what had they lifted?" instead but I decided to change the word to make it make more sense and go with the flow.