By Ailbhe Murphy, 6th class
I looked at the little piece of paper and smiled.
I imagined on the 31st of May,
a Mister David Moneypenny trying to find his way,
clutching his ticket in his hand,
desperately trying to get off land.
Admiring the painting in the first class quarters,
now looking back at the waving supporters.
I wonder what it would be like to be on the best boat ever.
Well Mr. Moneypenny thought, it couldn’t get better.
Then an iceberg appeared in a flash.
Captain Smith knew they would crash.
“Everyone grab a lifejacket and a coat!
Get out on deck and into a lifeboat!”
People screaming and shouting everywhere,
go back for a toy, no one would dare.
The boat disappeared under the waves,
now just a shipwreck in under sea caves.
Many were rescued, many survived,
most didn’t make it, most of them died.
I dragged my eyes away from the little piece of paper.
I was no longer smiling, ’cause I am a weeper.