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The following is a poem from the book:  "...I never saw another butterfly..."
This book shows the poems of children from the Terezin Concentration Camp during World War Two.

On a Sunny Evening

On a purple, sun-shot evening
Under wide-flowering chestnut trees
Upon the threshold full of dust
Yesterday, today, the days are all like these.

Trees flower forth in beauty,
Lovely too their very wood all gnarled and old
That I am half afraid to peer
Into their crowns of green and gold.

The sun has made a veil of gold
So lovely that my body aches.
Above, the heavens shriek with blue
Convinced I've smiled by some mistake.
The world's abloom and seems to smile.
I want to fly but where, how high?
If in barbed wire, things can bloom
Why couldn't I?  I will not die!

1944 Anonymous
Written by children in Barracks L 318 and L 417,
ages 10 - 16 years.
 
 

Feelings Evoked in Reading "On a Sunny Evening"

Little children barred from life.
In a place, but not a home.
Nowhere to go;  nowhere to hide.
Yet their spirits want to fly
In the smiling blue sky.

Home, sweet children, safe in your hearts.
Abusers, vainly barbed and gnarled.
Dear bouyant beauty, it does not die,
And of my spirit
                         ....neither shall I.

Christopher P@pile
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