The Fog

The fog hugged tight the street lamp light Like two lovers in a country lane To be outdoors on such a night It makes your eyes to strain To try to make out ghostly shapes Of flitting furtive figures It seems beneath the fog hugged light These figures just seem bigger The horn sounds out from river boat Like an elephant about to charge Its eerie tone warns other boats Here comes the long coal barge How far the sound it travels On the foggy evening air The dampness fills our nostrils And forms a layer upon our hair The cars proceed with caution While pedestrians weave to and fro Dancing almost as they walk In the lamp lights eerie glow Then as quickly as it had arrived The dense fog sets us free And once again our straining eyes Can now quite clearly see