Seeking Kindling

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