Freeform Poem

Aidan, 6^th grade

Fearsome winds,
howling in their fury,
sweep across the lonely plains
of misery,
bringing with them
a plague of
despair,
with a plate of holocaust
and a side
of destruction.

A lonely house stands on a hill
overlooking those
dreadfully boring
plains,
Within, a merry fire blazes,
and a small family
gathers around a
bubbling
pot of joy,
a stew of cheer,
an elixir of hope.

Hope, for a better life
tommorow,
for sunny days
spent playing games in a
green field,
but under the door
creeps a
tendril
of dissent,
unhappiness,
and dangerously
short tempers.