Anne Frank poetry

Death March

By Dawn Illsley

We marched like dead souls,

Through hallways, not stopping.

Not daring.

Like the end was our fate.

I feel the shame,

The disgrace.

We quietly weeped,

As we shuffled upstairs,

It’s still, silence I heard,

On that ghostly trek.

My life faded away,

I was stuck there in that place,

Reality dissolved,

Time took a break.

Those little rooms,

Housing ghosts.

The walls paper thin like a dolls house.

Why is it,

Words pour out,

When tears are flowing.

I saw a pile of shoes

They didn’t need anymore.

Telling a story

Of loss,

Of life never led.

A pile of shoes,

In someone’s porch,

makes me think,

Of that day in May.

The deafening silence.

That I witnessed.

The life that was erased.

(Visiting the Anne Frank Museum)

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Louisbourg Day 4

Another wonderful day…
Processing…

The Tall Ships are coming!!! The Bluenose was there when I drove in this AM. We had a chance to perch ourselves on top of Black Rock. Birds eye view. Lucky birds. 350 year old graffiti up here, a French solider carved "Louis" into the rock.

Louisbourg Day 3

So many great things today. Working at processing artifacts.
So beautiful! I love puzzles!

Got some fresh air when we checked out a few things around The Fortress.

After Volunteering I headed to Kennington Cove a popular beach nearby.

A truly glorious day!

Louisbourg Day 2

Nice and relaxing today.

Cleaning artifacts.

I found this artifact bag with my excavator initials on it from 2013.

A backlog of artifacts to process. I have my work cut out for me. It's pretty interesting to to see all the artifacts up close. One of my favourite things to do in the Archaeology lab.

Dawn