PRESENTATION OUTLINE
in the eyes of anne frank
The world below my
window
is filled with dread and fear
but it is still different fem the place
in which we have spent one,
long year.
I look down on the people,
Bustling as they go past
when i see their troubled faces
I know their problems must be vast
I watch the Army vehicles ,
I hear the people in them cry
And when it gets to hard to look,
I look up at the sky,
A blue that you can find nowhere else,
On neither earth or sea.
The cotton clouds that wonder by
and he gentle rustling of the tree.
If only this war would end soon
And we could go outside again
