Seeking Kindling

Written by: Randy Biffany

Seeking Kindling

The tangling forest was bitterly cold
And we were endlessly lost.

But, I followed his big foot prints
without speaking out of fear.

“Just pick up twigs kid. OK Dad”-
While he collected timber.

I knew he was good at providing, building
while not speaking.

A hammer made a much more profound sound
in my ears than anything he said to me.

So I followed.

But, the snow and ice were to thick and 
the twigs and timber were frozen.

I fell behind and lost his footprints
until I fell asleep and the snow and
bitter wind blew over me.

Unforunateely, he never looked behind.

R. Biffany '09