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(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

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!

    Reply

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