Poetry from Patricia Doyne

                INVASION

		I cannot play outside today.
		My Mom’s afraid.
		Maybe we will go away,
		find someplace safe.
		
		My best friend lives across the street,
		but he got hurt.
		I’ll never play with him again.
		He went outside.

		And when we heard the BOOM-BOOM-BOOM,
		my Mommy cried.
		She asks which bear I want the most.
		My suitcase zips.

		But since we don’t dare go outside,
		we watch the street.
		Here comes an ugly monster thing.
		An army tank.

		The soldiers look like movie guys,
		all dressed alike.
		Hear that?  Shooting!   Loud and close.
		Our window breaks.

		And Mommy falls. Her head’s all red.
		She’s not okay.
		My Mom needs help.  What can I do?
		It’s war outside.