Wednesday, September 12, 2018

Hansel and Gretel poem

In the forest!
The mud squelches between our soggy freezing toes,
The old trees whistle while the wild wind blows,
The dark forest became silent as we swiftly strolled,
The swampy dying trees are filled with revolting mold.
We approached the peaceful river attached to the calm water bed,
Slowly drinking from the water something horrid fills our noses, as if something is dead

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