The forest

As I walk,

for hours at a time,

the forest ends where I see light.

There's a hole,

it goes lower,

and lower to the ground.

Should I turn around,

or follow it,

to it's bottom?

 

On the edges,

the grass is very green,

like it's been cared for everyday.

The sun,

shining brightly into my eyes,

I cannot see the other side.

The view is beautiful,

up top the sun is white,

like an angel.

The rocks around this hole,

makes an oval,

that gets wider.

I turn around and thing to myself,

"one of these days,

I'll see what's in that old hole in the forest."

Author's Note

okay the ending is really stupid

Reviews

[John Morris]

This is a very good poem.

The ending is fine but if you do not like it why not go back and change it until you are happy?

Can You Hear The Silence? 22nd June 2010