Saturday, March 5, 2011

Free Style


An enormous shadow covers me
smelling the dead leaves
hearing the crunchiness and dryness make me thristy.
Cool breeze hits my face
something reaches out to touch me it's an branch pulling me toward the roots and trunk to where it's most sacred.
the bark aging so it's been here for sometime,
shadow around me, shadows surround me,
shadows are me..

3 comments:

  1. I really like this it makes me feel as if i was actually there .

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  2. i like the way i can almost feel the shadows as i read it

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  3. i like the figurative language that you used and i could picture myself by the trees

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