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My Social Studies class has been talking about migration for two weeks now. My teacher read a poem in class and then asked us to write a poem that had to do with moving. This is what I wrote...

Today's the day
I move away,
From all the pain and sorrow.

From the poor
And all the war,
I leave my little burrow.

I say good-bye
and start to cry,
I'd hate to leave you now.

But I'll be back
To pick up the slack
And say good-bye once more.