Steven Reeve

Biography of Steven Reeve

My greatest influence in becoming a poet was my love of language and the way I could express myself, my maternal grandmother who also loved to write at one time was another inspiration. Updates

Shoa: The Holocaust

Breaking glass, Kicked in doors,
In the middle of the night they came,
Rousing us from our beds,
Out, Out, Out, they screamed.

In to the cattle trucks went we,
Overcrowded and unable to move,
Stifling heat and foetid air,
Onwards, ever onwards down the track.

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