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VALLEY OF SHADOWS

                                                                                       I walked home through the woods                from a friends late one night,                I thought I’d be fine                with my trusty flashlight.                Just past the trail head a                lightning bolt struck,                it seemed a small omen                of continued bad luck.                The bolt forked and felled                              two tri-century trees,                it’s violent force brought                 them both to their knees.                 I jumped from the jolt                dropped my light on a rock                and now I would have to                walk home in the dark.                It’s clear in my mind                and easy to remember.                It happened  last month,                the first part of September.                No moonlight or starlight                my vision was blind,                that was when fearfulness                entered my mind.                Lions feed at night                and so does the bear                the thought of them both                surely gave me a scare.                Slowly and blindly                 I made my way home,                those creatures around me                 in the dark all alone.                It was then that I noticed                 a funny thing about fear,                it sharpens the senses                and makes the mind clear,                my ears could hear better                my heart quickened it’s pace                my nose began smelling                I was flushed in the face.                                Feeling the danger on                 both sides of the trail                made me see that the truth                is, we are really quite frail.                Just flesh, blood and bone,                mind, spirit and soul;                I was out in the woods                 where I had no control.                I kept trudging along                it was so plain to me,                freedom has a price                as does liberty.                 Lions on the ground                 and bears in the trees;                              I may die on my feet but                I’ll not live on my knees.                                                                       

Copyright © November 2001 Mark D. Kilburn


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