This is an unfinished poem. The next version I have revised. I'm doing a poetry workshop.


I Follow






The songbird hops from branch to branch
Singing his Summer song
The song is for me
I know it
So I follow him
Along the path
Through the woods
The path ends
Still I follow
The song ends and with a ruffle of feathers
the bird flies off
It's getting dark
I try to find my way back
But I am lost
Hopelessly
I sit down next to a pool
and cry
A frog jumps out of the pool
And lands at my feet
He hops a few feet ahead of me
It's a luck frog!
I know it
I follow after him
Night falls
But he glows in the darkness
I follow, he hops
I follow.....


July 14, 2008
© 2008 Anne Westlund




Poetry by Anne Westlund
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Written on 2008-10-16 at 07:13

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