Magic In The Leaves

• Alice Raspin, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2008

Magic in the Leaves

Rustle, Rustle go the twigs,

As the cool breeze flows through the cones of the pine trees,

The howl of the wind in the hollow trees makes the hair on your neck prickle,

The forest groans as the branches sway from side to side,

And the leaves dance around your feet.



By Alice Raspin