Walking Throught The Forest
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Joanne Ters, Grade 7
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Poetry
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2011
As I walked through the forest, midnight struck, I was afraid and never knew where I was going.
I felt the green steam glide beneath my toes, and the twigs crack while I walked. The bare trees shivered in the wind which was a torrent of darkness among the gusty tress. Still, I never knew where I was going.
The ware wolf ran as fast as a cheetah, I heard it ‘woof’ while it ran. I kept walking lost through the forest.
Twigs twist in the twilight sky. The moon was a ghostly gallon tossed upon the twinkly stars.
I went past the brown foxes and ware wolfs, searching for their prey with eyes like a hawk. I want past a lake; it was green and deep the slush of a pig’s dinner
I kept walking scared, shivering, lost through the forest wondering when this full moon night will end.