Way Out Where the Redwoods Grow
A Descriptive Poem about the Redwood Forests from a Poet's Point of View
How magnificent those giants are!
Towering tall in effort to reach a star.
Sway gracefully in the breeze,
Creaking ominously as the wind flees.
Oh just to climb this enormous column!
His poise is always strong yet solemn.
His branches spread vastly abroad,
All we can do is stand back awed!
The strength of his is mighty, yet he is calm.
Gracefully and lovely as a palm.
Though storms blow violently through out the years,
Mister Redwood has stood through his fears.
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Autumn Brown
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I sat despairingly in my dark and lonely room, thinking desperately of how to escape. All was quiet, eerily quiet. Though suddenly a harsh knocking on the door broke the silence. Warily stood and brushed down the wrinkles in my clothes, not that it mattered, and reached to open the door. Something inside me screamed "Don't open it!". But some unseen force pressed me on. As I opened the door I gazed puzzled, this man looks familiar. He wore a dark cloak and grinned a menacing smile. Suddenly it hit me, "I know who you are! You aren't welcome here!" I shrieked then tried to slam the door shut. I peeked through the little window hoping he would be gone, But no, Death still sat waiting at my doorstep. "You have twenty minutes!" he hissed then chuckled a hateful laugh. "But I'm not ready!" I pleaded as I grabbed all that had some worth to me. My good deeds and little idols I kept. Fear clutched my heart, seizing it in its mighty grip. I stood frozen as my door flung open. My time had come.
By Autumn Brown5 years ago in Poets
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