This is a poem that my sister, Elsie, and I wrote:
The wind blows icily
the broken satellite shines
afar off, a woman yells
Yet we fight on
Our old tree creaks
a branch breaks off
the birds protest
Yet we fight on
The church bell tolls
we gather in
so many gone
Yet we fight on
The wind blows icily
The broken satellite shines
afar off, a woman yells
Still we fight on for Jesus
