2016-2017 Write Eye flip book

Tom’s Letter

The sun at first was welcoming With its golden invitation. Our steps kept pace quite merrily Without much trepidation. As the morning stretched into the noon, The warmth weighed down the load. And soon our blankets and our coats were left beside the road. That April day just laughed at us, Suddenly, the springtime air, Transformed into a mighty beast, A frightening nightmare. Windy daggers sliced at us, A bitterness we hold. We clutched to thoughts of shelter As the nights became more cold. The plague of ice spread quickly, sinking deep fangs into bones. We longed for long-gone blankets And the happiness of home. But joyful thoughts were poisoned By the unrelenting frost,

I write to you with lucky life While many have been lost.

Julia Kelly

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