Magic Or Madness

• Orlena Mac, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2010

Flying in the wind I danced along
Going with the flow,
Dancing in the snow.
Slowly getting wet I ran among
The beautiful but cold and frosty snow.

Run around the shining things
But all goes cold
When the snow takes hold
I know, this world is different to my world.

I trusted my surroundings until then
The warm world went away
Through a door; that won’t obey
Now that I’m here,
I just stand there cold
Waiting till the time came to go away
And whisper in the holy place.