5th Class
Monday, May 11, 2020 (All day)

Famine Poem

I sit here feeling very alone,
Distressed that the potatoes I’ve grown
Are now black, diseased and full of blight.
I tried so hard, with all my might,
To scrimp and save to pay my rent,
But now I fear, to the workhouse I’ll be sent.
There’s a boat leaving for Boston tomorrow,
If only the fare I could somehow borrow.
Perhaps a new life awaits for me,
Far, far away, across the sea.
Only time will tell what my fate will be,
But alas, I’ll be parted from my dear family. 

By Isabella