Trees
The trees stretched as the night fell,
Their fingers waved,
As the wind blew, they scratched,
I swear they were statues,
But then they crouched over the hills.
The Sea
The Sea is a big blue blanket,
Covering the world,
The sea is a cold melted ice cube,
That never warms up,
The sea is a surrounding forest,
Around us always,
The Sea
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great poem millie :)
ReplyDeleteWell done Millie. Fantastic personification in your first poem; very scary.
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