By Iseult Talbot Rang 4
One day I was on my way to Australia,
When I arrived, I looked back on the days in Ireland.
My friends and I making dinner in our pots,
Making cups of tea with our teapots.
Now I’m on my own in a little house,
missing my friends and family.
Some day I will go back,
But for now, I’m here in Australia.
I am missing my friends and family
But that’s another story.