(Inspired by the Cy Twombly Gallery at the Menil Collection, Houston, Texas) 

The forest air smells like sweet pine trees.
I walk through the forest, looking at the cloudy sky.
The wind pushes me to the right, then to the left.
It tosses me for a while; then stops
and drops me into a wet, cold, blue, shiny river.
The river pushes me to the shore
where I find a mirror reflecting the forest green.
I stare at the trees and the wind,
all in that tiny mirror reflecting something
I cannot see.
by Danica, 4th grade

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One Response to “Green Windy Forest”

  1. Paul Klinger

    Beautiful poem! Thank you for writing it and sharing your work. Write many many more poems!


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