A Foggy Mourn

• Jaida Thomas, Grade 4S
• Poetry
• 2017

Fog, like a mysterious ghost.
He creeps around gliding without a sound
He blows gusts of wind filling people with fear.
He honestly tries not to scare and he wants to make friends……………………………………
But everyone just turns and runs leaving the ghost alone.
Me, well I like to explore.
I wanted to see what was beyond the mist…
Since all I could see was emptiness with my own blurry vision
I step inside the fog to take a look…
What I see is the ghost dancing, taking me with him.
Within minutes he is gone,
The sun is shining,
But where did he go?
I know my answer:
“ Where he shall go
no one will know…….”