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
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