Revised Poems

LOCK DOWN DRILL

Hushed children

with hushed voices

sit, kneel, huddle

The room around, dark and

confused

With the school supplies lonely

the desks neglected

All seeing the hiding group

of hushed children

with hushed voices

Hiding from the

terror

that is not really there

Children giggle

squeal

eyes dart

Now character is

revealed

At the young age of

9

10

11

Some worry some tense

Some joke some laugh

As the impending doom

that’s not really there

looms behind the door.

RED, WHITE, BLUE

Limply hanging on

The red, white, and blue fading

Something that once was