• Father Home Again
    By Jaime
    The horses ran toward the barn.
    Clitter-clatter,clitter-clatter,clitter-clatter.
    My father tied them up.
    Then I heard some footsteps.
    Pitter-patter,pitter-patter,pitter-patter.
    As I filled his coffee cup.
    My dad was home again,
    And I would make sure that he never,
    Went to war again,
    But stayed home forever.