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Where’s Walden III

An anthology of works by the participants in the 2003 Where’s Walden? SummerWrite Day Camp for Children & Youth

Works by Felicia Harrison

I Am

I am a spider, odd, and somewhat creepy,
observing everything unnoticed.

I am a tree being cut down for lumber,
mourning my own pain and pitied by others
who know nothing about me.

I am a frozen lake in winter,
not meant to be broken for fear of dire consequences.

I am lightning in the middle of the night,
illuminating the street, scary and brilliant.

I am a bedroom, lazy and calm.

I am an old motel, broken and dirty,
mischievous and sad.

I am the highest leaf
on a large oak in autumn,
overlooking all and ready to be blown away.

Pond

Dead trees everywhere. Desolate, rotting, old, sad. People along the trail don’t like this death pond and think it’s hideous. I love it. I love how this pond reminds us about how it will all end sometime. It’s a beautiful pond now isolated from vibrant life, yet the trees, even though they are dead, are very much alive and lovely. They put me in a trance because there are dead trees everywhere.

Vision

They’ve sold Ontario County Park , but not to me. You couldn’t even call it buying and selling, because a part of the government confiscated the land. The land is desolate and deserted. All trees in sight have been chopped down and burned. The trees are floating in the sky now, only they’re in the form of smoke and smog. The hills look like a cold iron jungle, with smokestacks and skyscrapers, buildings that have already been abandoned. There are mile-long escalators to get the fat and lazy citizens into this metal jail that they willingly confine themselves to. There are no more mushroom fairy circles… how I miss them.

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