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Wrong Road Taken
On a darkened road, in the dead of night, A wrong road taken, now a sorry plight. No more gas, and so turned around. Forest and fog on a moonless night abound. Frightening sounds from within the woods God protect me, I beg, as I close the hood. There’s a light off yonder, twinkling thru the trees. But I truly fear what there, waits for me. I see a man with a gun stalking thru the trees. With a bobbing lantern, he has seen me. Good or evil… this is quite a test. I jump inside. Locking the doors fearing death. I see he’s old and withered as his eyes meet mine. And he laughs eerily as he sets the gun against a tree to recline. Can’t be too careful in these old hills, he explains, as he gives his name. Taking a wrong turn out here can be a dangerous game. Strangers are rarely welcomed, as some are up to no good. Now, lets see you’re gas level, then what’s happening under the hood. Sure enough I’d run out of gas, so he gave me a few gallons to last. With written instructions to the closest station for gas… He said he’d call the owner so someone would be there waiting. A harrowing night ended rather well…with a thank you and a blessing. It could have been worse… I could have been dead. Now I’m just grateful… It was he who was there, as my light up ahead. CSEastman
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