Laughter of children
filled the tiny schoolhouse
from sunrise to sunset
Now those sounds echo
like tormented, ghostly cries
in a sad, war-ridden land
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written June 20, 2007
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For such a short piece this one is beautifully reflective. I can feel the macabre feel of the schoolhouse; how war does damage us. It reminds me of what may've been written about the first world war, when bombs were thrown on innocent people, or even the second world war. Great write, very emotive. I enjoyed this read, it made me want to cry a bit.
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True of any war zone, fact or fiction.
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OH, how terribly true this poem might be, in a warn-torn land.
Beautifully written, Chelsea! 
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