- this poem won a spot in Lakeside's literary publication IMAGO -
When I walk through the forest All that can be heard Is the rustling of the leaves And the calling of a bird And the wind in the treetops And the squirrels on the ground And the quiet frogs and crickets Which are nowhere to be found. When I walk through the forest A sense of peace comes over me I become relaxed and open As I stroll from tree to tree. And as I walk and wander Over moss covered ground I never fail to wonder Why do people cut these down? And as I think of species Dying every day I cannot help but wonder Must it be this way? When I walk through the forest I hear the pleading sound Of voices softly whispering "Help us" all around.