Post by Nalkarj on Jun 13, 2020 14:26:00 GMT
I wrote this last year... Hope you enjoy.
“Out of the Woods”
We were younger, then, and dumber,
And the time was early summer,
And we thought we’d head out deep into the woods.
Kids aren’t like that anymore—
For there’s nothing they’ll explore—
And so, and so, alas for childhoods.
Ah, but that day it just us three,
Off to climb the highest tree;
We hiked until our legs turned into jello.
We set camp and lit a fire,
And we watched as flames grew higher,
And blackest night gave way to brightest yellow.
Well, John said he had a story,
One he claimed was extra gory,
And the rest of us leaned in to hear his tale.
We chuckled when he started,
And he said (perhaps fainthearted?):
“Laughing puts the Woodsman on our trail.”
None knows who the Woodsman is,
Yet all the woods and trees are his,
And he decides who can leave his domain.
He takes the form of friend,
And you won’t know till your end,
But, when at last you know, you go insane.
John smiled as he finished,
And the firelight diminished,
And for minutes we all sat without a peep.
Someone then said, “Time for bed”—
So to our tents we fled—
And not a soul that night could get to sleep.
And of course the morning came,
And of course we were the same,
And we laughed at being scared of made-up lore.
We packed and ate and set out,
And we know that soon we’ll get out—
We had such a great adventure, just us four!
We were younger, then, and dumber,
And the time was early summer,
And we thought we’d head out deep into the woods.
Kids aren’t like that anymore—
For there’s nothing they’ll explore—
And so, and so, alas for childhoods.
Ah, but that day it just us three,
Off to climb the highest tree;
We hiked until our legs turned into jello.
We set camp and lit a fire,
And we watched as flames grew higher,
And blackest night gave way to brightest yellow.
Well, John said he had a story,
One he claimed was extra gory,
And the rest of us leaned in to hear his tale.
We chuckled when he started,
And he said (perhaps fainthearted?):
“Laughing puts the Woodsman on our trail.”
None knows who the Woodsman is,
Yet all the woods and trees are his,
And he decides who can leave his domain.
He takes the form of friend,
And you won’t know till your end,
But, when at last you know, you go insane.
John smiled as he finished,
And the firelight diminished,
And for minutes we all sat without a peep.
Someone then said, “Time for bed”—
So to our tents we fled—
And not a soul that night could get to sleep.
And of course the morning came,
And of course we were the same,
And we laughed at being scared of made-up lore.
We packed and ate and set out,
And we know that soon we’ll get out—
We had such a great adventure, just us four!
