Poem------Footprints------ posted 10/5/2008 3:15:50 PM | 2 kudos what's this?     report abuse tagged: poem

butterfly943

A sparkling brook bubbles down the mountainside
The cry of an eagle echoes into the bitter breeze
I hear nothing but the call of nature
Red, orange, and brown combine on the forest floor
The colorful carpet rustles as the wind gently blows
I see my breath puffing in crisp, autumn air
The clouds billow, and white snowflakes fall softly
A white blanket covers the carpet of leaves
Mine are the only footprints in the snow

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