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Wednesday, February 7, 2007


   'The forest' i wrote this poem in english class
The Forest
Deep in the forest late at night,
when the full moon gives the only light.
an owl schreeches, far off in the trees,
and the branches ruste in the midnight breeze.
off in the distance a wolf does howl,
sending a chill through the wood like a horrible scowl.
this is the darkest night there has ever been,
it grows darker...darker...before the next morn begins.
away from the trail in the shadow,
many eyes began to glow.
somewhere in the woods, comes a shriek,
it gives you chills and makes you weak.
back up the trail you do run,
scared witless and not having fun.
deep in the forest late at night,
when the full moon gives the only light.


well what do you all think?

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