Darkness…

Darkness descends,

Fearful I do be,

When I cannot see,

No light bright enough,

Every sound scares me,

Glad I do have on my Depends…

A chilled wind does bring the scent of death,

Making me more fearful of the night,

The trees do shake their leaves,

I would rather stay where I know till daylight,

Though maybe that smell is just, blowing back on me, my breath…

Then comes the fog like a death shroud,

Why is it when I do hike the barrens the sky is full of clouds?

In my camper I would rather cower,

I wouldn’t mind so much, if surrounded I was by a crowd,

More than happy I would be if I were able to oversee this scene,

From the relative comfort and safety of a fire tower…

          © ed ~ 7/21/05