Forest

A Poem by Quentin Picard

I was walking
through the forest.
The trees were going
wild slash swing swish.
It was like the
trees were having
a fight. Smack wack
crack snap.
Some branches
fell to the ground.
A twig almost
hit me in the
head. I fell when
I dodged it. It
sort of hurt a
little bit. I
got a scratch
and my hair got
stuck on a tree
I pulled and
pulled and finally I
got unstuck. My hair
ripped a little.

Quentin was 8 years old when he wrote this.