Lost in the forest,
I don't know which way to turn.
Very soon it begins to darken
every tree, and bush is alive.
Listen to the sounds.
Are they near, are they far?
Do they sound friendly?
Scared I simply wait.
Hunger sets in quickly.
My bag, I still have a sandwich.
Oh, cookies too, good old Mom.
Soon I'm waiting again.
Something is coming, I'll hide!
"Davie, Davie are you in there?"
"Mom, is Dad ever coming out.
I was lost and he wouldn't come"
"Right after the ball game, Sweetie"
"you do some more pretend"
I went back into my cave to wait.
"Dad will be out to the tent soon"
© December 8, 2016
Copyright © Charles Henderson | Year Posted 2016
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