Rouge. The color of the leaves.
The beginning of October.
The things I most believe,
In. The boats in the harbor.
The large crowd of beings,
The thoughts of the ones fleeing.

Thoughts of my family cloud my brain,
I turn my head and look down.
I try to seem mundane,
Lips in an edgy frown.
The words of staying together was false,
So now we all begin our lonesome waltz.

A man’s gruff shout,
The shuffling of feet.
The little girl’s pout,
The expulsion’s rhythmic beat.
None of the children seemed to fright,
For the adults were acting quite bright.





They’d find out soon enough,
They could put two and two together,
This wasn’t going to be all fluff.
I look up to ominous weather,
The shimmer of sun wasn’t slightly heroic,
And for some reason, I found this ironic.

That little bit of happy,
No matter how it may gleam,
Is always just too scanty,
And will eventually meet evanescence.
The clouds; those cynical blooms,
They sedate everyone with gloom.

I shift my gaze to the right,
And instantly regret it,
For I see the most dreadful sight.
No one seemed to acquit,
Minds synchronized in the game of blame,
When they first spotted the raging flames.





The ravenous red flames,
Eating away everyone’s homes,
The monster couldn’t be tamed.
All hopes were instantly combed,
Away. We all knew we were not to return,
But this we are now only beginning to learn.

Once again the men begin to holler,
And we all duck our heads and listen,
Inside, we all feel smaller.
This new journey shall begin,
To where we head, we do not know,
But, wherever it is, we will make it home.

I catch a glimpse of the tide,
And smile; It cannot be held by chains,
Its range of home is wide,
And cannot be burned by flames.
The shuffling of feet,
Continuing the solemn beat.





Le Grand Dérangement- as we shall say,
I will always look back and think-
I will remember this day,
With a smile- bittersweet.
Goodbye family, au revoir friends,
On this day all familiarity will end.