by Amy M Swanson on Jul 29, 2009. © Amy Merideth Swanson, All rights reserved
An eerie little poem for your enjoyment, it's fiction but inspired by a little cave I found a whileback, on a weekend woodsy walk (minus the ghostly whispers! "OooooOOOO!" heheh) Alsoa bit of a message in this one.
The other day I found myself restless and ill at ease,so I thought I'd take a walkforget my cares in spring's warm breeze.The forest was so beautifuland trees, once dead, were turning greenI couldn't help but marvelat life's mysteries I had seen.I started on the well worn pathand thought I heard a sound;it made me jump, I turned to look,but no one was around.The sunlight streamed so gloriouslyupon my tear stained facemy heart felt light, forgotten cares just being in this place. And then it happened once againI know I heard a noise!I stopped now, to investigateThis hidden, quiet voice.I wandered off the walker's trailinto the woods much deeper I chanced upon a darkened cave... and the cave's gatekeeper. A mystical sight to beholdunearthly glowing lightit rose a bit up from the groundthen faded from my sight.I made my way into the cavemysteriously darkand there it was... that voice again...slowly I embarked