The Camp Poem by Derek Bissonette
The Camp
It had taken so long to get there
The train was cramped and cold.
As we moved out, there were whole herds of people
As I followed the man in front of me,
Soldiers yelled at us to get in line.
We all filled in to a big room.
Missing my clothes, it was like a blizzard
Then warmth washed over me one last time.
Friday, March 16, 2012
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