Lucy's poem

       THE DREAM

I step outside it’s pouring with rain.

It smells of smoke from the nearby houses.

There is a sudden push of wind

I slip,

I trip,

I fall into the mud

I’m cold and wet but i can’t find my way.

The wind keeps pushing

I see a light

I run to it

I’m home

But wait i trip once more

I do not see that light again

I wake up , oh it was all a dream