Falling Off The Edges

• Kristina Halfpenny, Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2015

Pink, orange, and grey.
That is the colour of the sky, here.
A sunset, decorated with smoke,
And fog,
The promise of rain ever foreboding.
It is only now that I feel the roundness of the Earth.
I feel the slant of the sky, the clouds,
and the soil below.
How I wish I lived
When the Earth was square;
When men were fools, seeking adventure,
Afraid to fall off the corners
And into oblivion.
Not round, so that,
I, can fall off the edges,
And not come back to where I started.