Walking through a foest

• James Riggs, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2004

The path is a smooth road as though it is as wide as a rainbow.

The stream is a snake slithering away quickly.

The waterfall is a pit of doom, if you dropped a stone you would never be able to retrieve it.

The grass is as though you were sitting on a pillow yet it is still a slope of dirt.

The sand is a comet’s left behind dust.

The sea is a vicious wolf eating a wild little rabbit.

The sunset is a brighter flame that you will have to look away from.