Down in the dumps.
I am a logs lumps.
I have a frown.
because someone brought me down.

This new place is strange.
My friends are out of range.
I feel all alone.
I want to go home.

This place is dark and dreary.
I am a little bit wary.
This place is scary.
This was not decided fairly.

It will all be alright.
I won’t have to put up a fight.
My new allies are my defenders.
So we can fight off offenders.

This poem was written/submitted by Josh T Whelan.