Walking By The Swamp
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Scarlett Blackmore, Grade 4
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Poetry
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2015
Walking By The Swamp
Hearing shoes crunching on the ground,
feels like climbing a rocky mountain.
Birds are singing in the swaying trees,
rivers are flowing.
Feeling rain gently sprinkling on my skin is relaxing and calm.
The fresh sent of flowers and rain water,
glides through the air.
Crickets hum, it feels like I’m in a jungle.
Ducks flap their wings and splash around
in the water.
I am tempted to jump in.
As I get further away from the swamp,
the air starts to get warmer
I feel my face start to sweat.
The smell of swamp water starts to fade away.
A new smell starts to embrace me,
As if it needs a friend.