The sun shone brightly,
\nwe, children of our parents
\nplaying effortlessly, laughing, running, not a care in the world. <\/p>\n
Soldiers marching in the street
\npeople lifelessly falling to the earth, rat-a-tat-tat,rat-a-tat,
\ndistant scared-to-death-screaming, scrambling to get under-cover.<\/p>\n
Please, God, let me hide, in the closet, a soldier screams loudly to the little girl in German.<\/p>\n
As i close my eyes, the vision of pooling red blood is all i can see as i lay quietly praying not to be noticed. <\/p>\n
Walking, walking, walking, alone.
\nI see a hill in the distance,
\npeople weary, hungry, scared,
\ncarrying weeping babies, ushering the elderly up higher with each labored breath. <\/p>\n
Where is my brother? I can’t see my parents as I search the crowds that are gathering at the top. <\/p>\n
There are sheep, goats, cows, ducks, dogs! Where is my dog, is she here? I frantically call her name, then stop abruptly when i see a tall, humble looking younger man leading those who are gone astray to an Ark!<\/p>\n
Tho’it’s on a hill in the form of a building, i slowly enter and see my brother and my dog!<\/p>\n
What a joyous occasion! We are all safe for now, far away from the fighting and chaos. But where
\nare my parents?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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