Shores of Sand. (a poem about the holocaust)

Between the tall oak tree's we played around as a child.

Under the bridge we always used to swim by on hot days.

Beyond everything i called my home.

According to the germans we were filthy, unwanted,
swine.

Next to the only sister i would ever know, we fled

Down the road to the boat.

Aboard the St.Amire.

To Latvia with the shores of mountainous dunes of sand.

Toward safety, they fled.