Magic Or Madness
Orlena Mac, Grade 8, St Albans Secondary College
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.