Sherbrooke Forest | By Penny Whetton
THE FALLEN
Tree branches bend,
scarred by age.
Beaten by the storm,
many hit the ground
amid piles of leaves.
Without a proper burial,
no one mourns their loss.
The fallen won’t be forgotten
as replacements take root
in the shade of the tall trees.
Sunshine filters through the forest,
lighting the way for the future.
THE OTHER SIDE
What’s on the other side?
Don’t be afraid or hide.
What will you see?
Will you be free?
Color replaces black,
But watch your friend’s back.
Night creatures out for fun
In the Florida sun.
Mansions to explore.
Parties and much more.
One step at a time.
And follow this rhyme.
And soon you will be there.
Who knew it was so near?
THE DEAD GAME
A place of fantasy there must be,
where blues and green merge in the deep sea.
Clouds create formations into works of art,
resembling soft cotton balls splitting apart.
I raise my face to the sunshine of the day,
the rays shooting sparks as they frolic and play.
The sand is soft beneath my feet,
warming my body with its heat.
Come with me and enjoy the dazzling sun,
we’re sure to have fun till the day is done.
PINK SAND
The sand so pink and soft
Keeps my spirits aloft.
The water so clear and blue,
I want to enjoy that too.
Sun brightening the day,
All I want to do is play.
Beautiful rose.
Soft and velvety.
Protected by sharp thorns.
Bright in the sunshine.
Dark in the moonlight.
A two-faced wonder.
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RED LACE
I will lay down my head to sleep
Beneath a canopy so deep.
Soft leaves curl around my face,
Covering me in red lace.
Sticks of trees protect my sides.
Perfect place for one who hides.
The sun peeks in between the red,
The warmth of sunshine on my head.
Alice Svane
Let the sun inside.
Don’t live in darkness.
Let the light into your heart.
It can be done.
Open the window.
Breathe the fresh air.
Walk outside.
Leave the darkness behind.
TWO-FACED WONDER
Beautiful rose.
Soft and velvety.
Protected by sharp thorns.
Bright in the sunshine.
Dark in the moonlight.
A two-faced wonder.
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This is a fantasy come true,
The sunshine in a sky dark blue.
White sand on a Florida beach,
Within a tourist’s grasping reach.
Until the night rears its dark head,
Tourists disappear from their bed.
Can Oasis, Florida be cursed?
Like it’s been carefully rehearsed.
Think twice before coming to shore.
It’s fun and games but so much more.
THE DEAD GAME
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