Hey everyone! Another Monday, another blog post. Last week I wrote this story in verse and I am pretty proud of how it turned out. Typically the poems I write follow a rhyme scheme, are all pretty short and don't really follow a storyline. So I did just the opposite with this story in verse! Some things to know before you read it: it's very short, will only take you a couple of minutes to finish, it's historical fiction - see if you can guess the time period, and it's from the point of view of something not human. Scattering the sidewalks, Hanging from window boxes, And spread elegantly throughout the field, We’re what they forgot all about. We’re the allure, the beauty, That they miss but can’t quite place why. The bombs that shattered the churches, Apartments, And yes, fields, Also shattered us. Since apartments are so much more important They don’t seem to notice. The flowers have disappeared. I wave...