Thursday, October 17, 2013

window poem


I see nothing but trees
Forrest and a volcano
But now there are charred remains
I always thought it couldn't happen
The once lush green forest, black as night
Steam coming from the glassy lake, while animals flee

2 comments:

  1. I like your window poem a lot! Its kind of mysterious...I'm trying to figure out what window you could be looking out of. The details give the reader a really great picture in their minds!

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  2. I like this piece--you paint an interesting and vivid scene. And mysterious, like Victoria said.

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