Walking Throught The Forest

• Joanne Ters, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 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.