Bright colors as in a magical wood
I hear the wind passing by a large tree
The birds sing like a human never could.
I think back on the last time I was here
The sky seemed full of jewels as sunrise came
And as I looked around I saw a deer,
I thought she looked at me, she seemed so tame.
And then she dipped her head, a queenly nod
I felt so honored, so I nodded back.
The moment was unique, but here, not odd,
And then I heard this loud and heavy thwack!
A stranger with a gun- although he'd missed
His shot, he shattered my moment of bliss.
Sloan Harlow was always an avid reader, and had a well-loved poetry book growing up. This love of reading developed into a love of writing and being able to transport people to another place. Although she enjoys writing, she hasn't been brave enough publish her work before...until now.