Saturday, 9 January 2010

The night of the wood


The forest was dark and cold.
The trees were as tall as sky scrapers.
The wind howling, louder, louder!
But the lake was silent, still.
Then the wind stopped.
All was silent.
Huddling in the cold cave.
Waiting for the night to pass.

by Imogen Holmes

No comments:

Post a comment

LinkWithin

Related Posts Plugin for WordPress, Blogger...