First Place Junior Poetry

Raechel Wilson

College Heights Secondary

Family in the Battlefield

I stand in the battlefield,
with my enemy in front of me;
I aim my weapon
and fire straight at him.
He is untouched from the screaming bullet.
He fires back at me
with a target hit.
How can such a tiny army
send such harsh words?
I must return the fire;
I shall not lose this war!
Our words are vicious and loud,
but neither of us
is willing to retreat.
Rain.
Rain pours from my brother’s eyes.
That is when I realise my mistake
and raise my white flag.
But we both know that this tiny war
shall continue another day.