POEM

POEM

Ashkab

Old, kind, slow and wise

With his two sons on ice

Who loved his sons most of all

But even though they let him fall.

His sons was very sad

‘cause they did something bad

They were so cold and tired

They had a big desire

To get all home safe

But it was too late

Only two went back home

The other one rests his soul.

SULU