Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Poem: The Woods by the Creek

The Woods by the Creek

It’s darker than dark in the woods by the creek,
In fact it’s quite eerie; some say that it’s bleak,
Yet, kids often go there to play hide and seek,
They like how the wind makes the trees bend and creak,

But sometimes the noises they hear are unique,
Like the squeak of a bat or the click of a beak,
Or the screech of an owl as it swoops near the creek,
It’s then that they hasten to make their retreat,

Their legs start to shake their stomachs feel weak,
They run and they stumble, admitting defeat,
They agree to a kid, their promise complete,
No more hide and seek in the woods by the creek,

 Yet, if you go down to the woods dark and bleak,
You’ll find lots of kids playing hide and go seek,
So much they forget in the course of a week,
About creaks and squeaks and things near the creek.

1 comment:

  1. This has the element of dread mixed with innocence from the story of Ichabod Crane (?)and the headless horseman. You want the kids to be OK, but it might not happen! Excellent set up in this story. Scariest yet, while clouded in poetic words and lovely settings and fun! Judy