It's not a lie... I've heard it right!
On that Tuesday dawn,
the echoing sound……..
It was dark, with black clouds;
With scary doubts, I headed near,
to the old brick house, full of moss,
Where no one else but me had ever gone….
But now to find the mosses crushed,
I knew some thing's presence was there.
Behind the house was the forest,
I budged in there between the trees,
The itchy bushes which scraped my feet,
made me hesitant to go further,
Again I heard it, behind me…………
I ran back to the brick house
and from there to the wooden bridge;
By the time I crossed it, drops of rain fell on my face
Not minding that I stepped into the old park,
The swings were swinging, and after a while stopped on its own…..
No one was around!
The dissapointed me finding no one ,resolved:
to return to my dear house,
When I turned I was surprised to see
The one I was looking for..
not a spirit nor a snake as I had thought
it was just a cute little frog which had followed my way all throughout!
VIII B ,