Journey

• Zoe McDonagh, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2022

The mountains are high, dotted with clouds
The valleys lay still, the birds chirp loud
Yet while nature seems so still
A snake carries you through this land
Mile after mile
You can feel the earth and the roots beneath
Under the snake that never sleeps
Slowly, slowly showing you the way
Day, night, day
The snake is the path that carries you through
The memories, present and future too.