Walking Through 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 trees. Still, I never knew where I was going.
I felt the goose bumps arise on me. I started shivering like a snake. I smelt the moisturize arise from the wet logs. 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 dark forest. Bunches of weaving trees were in my way, they were tightened together as tangled up chains. Still, I never knew where I was going.
Twigs twist in the twilight sky. The moon was a ghostly gallon tossed upon the twinkly stars. The sky was dark and cold. The stars were as dark as a fox’s eye. Still, I never knew where I was going.
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. Still, I never knew where I was going.
I ducked down as the bates flew by, and tippy toed past the sleeping ones. An owl was ‘hooding’, wolfs were ‘woofing’, bats were ‘sweating’ and snakes were shivering. But still, I never knew where I was going.
I kept walking scared, shivering, lost through the forest wondering when this full moon night will end. And still, I never knew where I was going but still kept in mind the danger ahead as I persisted through the dark cold night.