Dear Dad,
You are my hero.
You always help me with everything I do.
You yell at me because you love and support me.
You respect me as a person.
I love how you do whatever you can for me.
You make me laugh when I am sad.
You support what I do.
You are my true hero.
from Noe
This poem was done as an assignment by Noe on how escaped slaves felt when trying to flee to Canada.
The travel was hard.
The day was rough.
The night was unknown.
We looked for the sign that would lead us to a new world.
Our stomachs were screaming.
Our heart was empty.
We nearly were caught.
The night was unwilling.
Our bodies were aching.
Our bodies were screaming for rest.
The clues were growing scarce.
We traveled league after league.
Watchdogs barked loudly.
Slave catchers crept around.
We ran at dark and hid at light.
We knew what to look for.
We knew we'd reach the end.
We knew it.