Misconceptions

In my preteens, I was nervy to go in the dark. The folklore tales imprinted that evil spirits would roam at nights. when I heard the wonted gruff noises like chirping of crickets, rustling of leaves, flapping of wings, and whimper of dogs, I was terror stricken. They made me believe the acts of diabolic. But now, when I remember my childhood fears, I feel shy for my silly and nonsensical thoughts because those are the lovely imagery of my poems. STRAND COMPLETELY NEW (18) any form, any theme Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Brian Strand