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Sarah B.

Trapped

Walking through the forest on a cold winter day,
The ground covered in a layer of ice
Trees are all around you,
Animal eyes watching you
But you cannot see them.
The bark on the trees is ice cold, and you touch it
You feel the tree’s spirit.
Finally, in the hear to the forest
There is an empty field.
And, even there, you feel the eyes of the forest,
Forever watching you.
You cannot escape them.

[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2010 EDITION]