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A Magical Forest

Birds chirping.
Fish swimming.
Me walking.

Along the boardwalk through the magical forest,
I feel it wrapping me with its warmth of the sunlight,
My classmates are snapping photos of the tall perfectly placed trees in the wet swamp

The smell of leaves and trees surround me.
The smell is vibrant and bold and a lot compared to Wayland
Hundreds of mosquitoes have a feast on the thirty-nine students.



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missscribbles said...
Jan. 9, 2012 at 3:40 pm
this is really good; I totally get the feeling of the poem.
 
babysteps replied...
Feb. 6, 2012 at 8:43 pm
thank you!!!
 
otherpoet said...
Jan. 1, 2012 at 4:27 pm
Love the last line, "Hundreds of mosquitoes have a feast on the thirty-nine students" Keep writing - you're good!
 
babysteps replied...
Jan. 4, 2012 at 2:28 pm
thank you!!!
 
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