Halifax Explosion poem

[Apparently I wrote this when I was 12, for some school project I think. If you’re interested, google Halifax Explosion. It’s pretty short, but enjoy it while it lasts!]

The wind,

The snow,

The bitter cold,

None can hide, the 

Devastation, the sorrow.

The Lord shall visit

Halifax to take the

Innocent to

Heaven.

A daughter crying,

A Mothers tragic fate, 

A Fathers heartfelt wish

for an end to this war

Three years fought.

Babes cry, adults weep,

Families are torn apart,

Shattered like the windows

In their homes.