<Now>
The road to paradise was filled with snow.
They felt blessed to finally make it though!
They danced a jig forgetting the chill!
Freezing, but being thrilled to be alive still!
The road led them to a place that was nice-
They had named their new home- "Paradise".
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| Image- Lisa Fox |
<Earlier>
Their nation claimed the war had been won.
They knew they were being spied on.
The drones made sure to track them day and night;
They had no place to hide or get out of sight.
They caressed all that's dear- home & belongings;
Tough times demanded the sacrifice of their things...
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| Image- Liz Young |
100 Words Story-Poem for the Friday Fictioneers
Joining after many months. Used the image from the previous week's prompt too.
My heart goes out to all affected by war. May there be peace and paradise on earth.
How can we all enjoy paradise? How can our world become wise?
Dear Anita,
ReplyDeleteWell penned verses.
Shalom,
Rochelle
I hope their new home is everything they dreamed of
ReplyDeleteThat's a unique combination of the two prompts. Welcome to our unique bunch of writers :) --granonine
ReplyDeleteWelcome back, Anita. I'm glad your characters made it out of the war zone and to a safe place. It is horrible to think of how many still find themselves trapped in them.
ReplyDeleteInteresting way to combine the two prompts. I loved the first section, but the balance of the second makes me wonder if Paradise will stay that way.
ReplyDeleteFrom James. We all cherish our homes and being driven out is horrendous.
ReplyDeleteGood combination of the two prompts, Anita. My thoughts and prayers are with the civilians on both sides this war. Notes to Women
ReplyDeletePeace doesn't last long. Innocence suffer the most. Well done, A. — Tannille
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