Tuesday, November 22, 2011

The Boy in the Boat


Surrounded by fog
The moon's reflection danced on the lake
It was quiet as the ripples flowed across the water.
It smelt only of the sharp fresh air.
Nothing moved but the boat
As it glided across the glassy lake.

By Ciara


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