Ellis Island

One of my first pieces

All the immigrants scurried on the boats

Bringing all their animals, their fish, their goats.

The families though it best to head for the highland

So they took off, on their journey to Ellis Island.

The boat brought along gentle breezes

But the living conditions brought harsh diseases.

Things were cramped, and tempers were fuming,

But all in all, the boat was moving.

Browns and grays, there weren’t many colors,

Among many people, parents, sisters and brothers.

When they all had enough they began to argue,

But all were struck silent, when they saw the statue.

As the immigrants looked at what they had become,

They sat and pondered, in everlasting freedom

Author's Note

Just starting out, wondering how my writing is, looking for feedback, thanks a lot.