The Ticket
By Lauren Baker, 2nd year.
As I stood holding my ticket,
The wind blew in my hair,
With my brown, tattered suitcase,
I was off saying my farewells.
I walked towards the cruise liner,
Looking forward to my journey ahead,
Not knowing what was in store,
Just hoping for the best.
As I walked onto the ship,
Excitement ran through me,
Hundreds of people passing me out,
While I said goodbye to my country.
I tried to hold in my tears.
But they came flowing out,
I never thought id see the day,
That id be saying goodbye to my country.
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