Walking Through The Woods

• Tessa Charters, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2007

Walking through the woods late at night,
Leaves rustling under my feet,
The moon light shining through the trees.
My torch lighting my surroundings.
Leaves swaying with a gentle breeze,
Cold air sends shivers down my spine;
Pull my jumper around me tight.
Hear the owls hooting in the night.
A bee hive hanging like the leaves,
A storm cloud comes out of nowhere;
But the rest of the sky is fair.
I'm getting tired where to sit;
Up ahead is a nice clearing
If it storms I will be fearing,
That I won't be back in time to have dinner with my family.