Tag: poem

“Do one thing every day that scares you.”
― Eleanor Roosevelt

Where to walk.
Which way to steer.
Dread and fear,
Scared.
Terror???

Some of my best moments
Were past sunset,
Meandering about my favorite woodlands,
Relaxed and comfortable,
In my element.
But I’m watching Stranger Things these days,
And I wonder,
Why these folks persist in wandering, after dark,
Among those tall trees,
In the woodlands.
And I think, “Get out of there!”

Much as I love my trees,
And I’ve wandered, past sunset, later than I should,
Among my favorite trees,
Off the path, and down to the creek,
I’d never crawl through a hole in a tree,
through the Upside Down muck and the distinctly creepy.

Where to walk.
Which way to steer.
Dread and fear,
And scary terror.

Alarmed, upset,
Sometimes, I fear,
Scared to death.

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