POEM BY TORI, 2011
As I stand here in Plean
watching the school burn to the ground
it is smoky as can be
as I am trying to see
as the brightly coloured flames burn
and dance in the night
they made the sky shine so bright
I hear the screaming fire engines
on this terrible night
Who is doing this, what does it mean?
Why are they burning the school down in Plean?
We got there to learn and play
Oh no, this is a terrible day