Softly Padding through the Wood
by Jessica F., Grade 7
Softly padding through the wood, nary a cracking twig
Ne'er heard but by the wind that hears and sees all
Almost faster than the wind itself
Panting gently, searching for the stream of giving.Lapping the cool water chattering and flowing by
Sparkling and beautiful, urging to drink to fill
Strengthening the spirit and soul,
Filling all with mirth
All laughing and chattering with the stream.Leaves shining with dew, the color of lush green
Whining for its mother's milk, hidden in the brush
A flashing light, a loud sound
Trembling in a soft nest
Kindly rays of light shining.A soothing voice, a stroking hand
Being lifted up into the air like a bird
Being gently cuddled
Floating to the ground
Following, crying to be cared for.Again lifted up
Being fed warm milk
Being set down on a bed of moss and hay
Sleeping, happy, and cared for.(poem inspired by the book, The Yearling, by Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings)
