The Daring Crew At Children's Home Poem by Zara Kilvert

Within the walls of brick and stone,
We dared to claim a world our own.
A Children's Home, some called a jail,
To us, it was a grand fairytale.

Rules were written, clear and tight,
But we saw mischief in the night.
Jake, the leader, bold and sly,
Mia's laugh lit up the sky.

Sam, the strong one, quiet yet brave,
And me, Ophelia, the rules I'd waive.
Together we plotted, a daring brigade,
Each night, new adventures carefully laid.

The kitchen cookies? Stolen with glee,
A dash to the basement—a mystery to see.
The tallest tree we climbed with pride,
From every rule, we dared to slide.

But oh, the night the generator went,
We flipped the switch and down it bent.
Darkness fell, and footsteps creaked,
Our bravery faltered, hearts now meek.

Caught in the act, we bore the cost,
Extra chores, our freedom lost.
Yet in our punishments, we still found cheer,
A family forged through every fear.

For in the daring, we took control,
Of lives uncertain, of hearts with holes.
Each risk we took, a small decree:
'We're here, we matter, we long to be free.'use

Now the dares are quiet, but they remain,
A spark of life in joy and pain.
We're misfits, rebels, a wild-hearted crew,
Bound by daring, and laughter too.