Newspapers In Education
Fields of Red
By Devin Dancause
Seventh-grader at Presque Isle Middle School
The bruised fields
without snow,
like a scar that
will never go.
Snow was always
thought to be
ever changing.
The loss of snow is like the loss of family,
without snow
everyone will see
the fields of red.
I thought I would be soon
joining them
through the bright red
and orange light,
hoping I would finally
be in a place
with wonderful
white snow.
These naked trees
remind me
of what I once went through. The dark sky lingers over
like the people
who watched over us.
I will never forget the scars
I once received
from the people who created the fields of red.
Whenever I see a big tree
I think of watchtowers
always watching over me.
I always feel
I am being watched
As I was once before.
I always fear returning
to the fields of red.
When I hear loud noises
I think of the
horrifying fireworks that
were the end of all my friends.
Before everything,
fireworks were a sign of joy
but now a sign of fear
and weakness.
Now I am alone
missing everything
that I’ve lost.
Only thinking of when I will see them once again.
