by Ned K.

As silent as a fox
Our family flees away
Away from France
As coordinated as a dance
My mother slows down
This causes me to be confounded
We need to hide here from the
daylight
Then continue when it hits
night

We are forced to go
By our religious foe
To the colonies
Being Protestant and Huguenots
now felonies

To the ship we shall go
Whom the captain, we do not
know

The hull goes creakity crack
As terrible as it is we can’t go
back
The smell of dead fish
Makes me throw up my dish
There is a wild storm
This we were not warned
‘BOOM’
I am afraid this will be doom
The ship jumps up and down

The water shifts to brown
We must be near to solid ground
Seagulls!
Who knew how heavenly the
sound

We got to shore
The Hudson River, New
Amsterdam’s front door
The sand gripped my feet
I could so eat
So safe and free
To run with free religion and glee
Just my family and me