******The woods.******
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Years ago..you see,
I whent on a walk with more
then just me.
My grammy,my mother,
and dogs,yes..all three.
Into the woods..as the sun
stayed in the sky.
Trees all over and bugs that buzz
and fly.
We stopped by a old farmhouse,
left without care.
And we wondered what was in there.
Nothing but hay and holes in the
ground.
If you yelled out,the walls shook
by the sound.
Ten minutes later..as we walked on
to the dark part of the woods.
Everyone had fear as one of their moods.
But,
we walked on..and into the mud.
The trees were dead,and the ground
was crud.
My grammy touched the tree to hold on.
But,the tree fell,and into the mud it
was gone.
After awhile..we came out into a corn
field and dry ground.
We tried to not make a sound.
I tripped on a corn stalk and a farmer
near got mad.
Shot his gun in the air..
WE BEN HAD!
We ran with our dogs as fast,
as we could.
But,the farmer kept shooting at us..
in anger as he stood.
We got onto a road in one piece and alive.
But,
There was no place to hide.
What if he came back?!
What if the cops were called?!
So, on we ran to our cars and in we crawled.
Tried and hot,muddy with crud.
We had a spooky adventure...
thankfully without blood.
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*true story.*
My poem entry.