Monday, 30 June 2014

Winter Poem

(I see) Frozen trees scattered around the lake as the storm starts brewing.
(I smell) Dead fish in the freezing water as the lake starts churning.
(I hear) Wolves howling to each other as they group to attack.
(I feel) The snow splattering against my chest.
(I taste) A cold snow flake that landed in my mouth gives a chill down my spine.

(I think) The Arctic Isn't the place for me.

1 comment:

  1. Great work Marcus!
    I like the image you added in with the poem,
    the arctic wouldn't be a place for me as well.
    Keep up the awesome work! :)

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