Walking alone in a cave,
Feeling the swirl of cold air;
Trying to be big and brave
Feeling a chill in your spine.
Hearing the dripping of water,
Feeling the cold and the damp.
Walking past rocks and past stones,
With only a torch for a lamp.
Seamus Finnerty 2B.
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