Woods

October 31, 2011
By Lizered13 BRONZE, Beloit, Wisconsin
Lizered13 BRONZE, Beloit, Wisconsin
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Favorite Quote:
"Life isnt measured by the number of breaths you take but by the number of moments that take your breath away" Unknown


As I was walking, all I saw was
Brown dirt on the ground. In the distance
Crows cawed as the sun set
Descending below the tree line. An
Empty feeling in the darkness. The smells of
Fall gently caressing my nose,
Great smells like the burning of leaves.
Hills as far as my eye can see.
Ice cold feeling as the breeze picked up.
Jumping over tree stumps hoping I don’t
Kill myself by breaking my neck.
Life scurrying all around me.
Mounds of dirt where animals have dug.
No other place is quite like this.
Open space, where not a lot of
People have traveled.
Quiet, yet loud away from the city.
Really take in your surroundings,
Something simple like watching a squirrel
Try to climb up a tree.
Underneath a canopy of leaves is a
Very different place, Almost like a
Whole different world that not many people see.
X-shaped paths crossing every which way.
Yesterday seems so far away, but animals
Zipping by show how important each day can be.


The author's comments:
This piece was inspired by a journal prompt in my creative writing class.

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Clarkster said...
on Nov. 15 2011 at 9:20 am

Liz,

You did an outstanding job!

Clark


Kirby26 said...
on Nov. 15 2011 at 8:13 am
Great poem is wonderful! I'm so proud....


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