Monday, December 1, 2014

A Secret Place (creative writing warmup), by Breanna Wittes



Shadows dance across the ground
Moving when the wind blows
Leaves swirling through the air
                                                                          Falling
                                                                                     Falling
                                                                                                Falling to the ground

The outside world tries to infiltrate
Gas from cars
Horns honking
Squealing rubber on pavement

Inside, nature reigns supreme
Birds chirp in the branches
Squirrels and chipmunks scurry for nuts
Sunlight breaks through the leaves

Time easily forgotten
Surrounded by nature
In a place surround by modern life
Not quite a garden
Not quite forgotten
But left alone enough to seem alive

1 comment:

  1. I really enjoyed reading this poem. The imagery is so vivid and captivating that I felt like I was really there, watching the forest life.

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