By Jasmine C
Scorching sun sizzling my skin.
Hammers and mallets in scarce supply.
Smiles all around satisfaction of shelter finally standing.
Sizzling sausages on the gas cooker.
Savoring the sizzling bacon.
Sleepless night,
spooky shadows of teachers sneaking past,
telling others to shh and sleep.
Shelters sway silently suspended on a string.
Swimming in clear blue water.
Silently starving in line for sizzling sausages.
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