Blackout Poem by Amy Fifita

Blackout



Planes fly above,
Sirens whistle,
People run for safety.
Lights search
for enemy planes.
Home gaurds below,
Making sure there's no light,
A city disapears for a night.
Then day light breaks,
And a city is discovered,
Until the night arrives again.

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