On the Edge by Zach B – Year 10
We stopped for a rest on the side of the road
And without the sound of footsteps and groans
All the world was silent
No, not silent; but quiet
Quiet on the side of the road
The sound of crickets in bushes hung in the air
And a freight train way off was rumbling there
Was now a group of four
On the edge with her hood
Over
her head
I heard myself say without knowing “I’ll be back”
And
made for the summit now shrouded in black
She
pointed out into the night
And all the stars
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