It was a dark snowy day
In the Small town of Larke
All around could hear young Timmy say
“I’m not afraid of the snow and the dark
and the big old brown bears!”
Off he went to take a gift to his neighbor
With no cares,
On the way he swiftly passed
a small creek covered in snow, shining like a sabre
little did he know it was his last
He thought, the ridge is another mile up why not cross now
the river was safe for all he knew
He never even said Ciao
his last, his last creek, his last walk, his last breath
He ran across the river, but never made it through,
he had done the dance of death
Timmy thought he was bulletproof
a bad mistake to make on a night such as this.
He sure wasn’t foolproof
Timmy said he was not afraid,
and he sure wasn’t
he said that none had to come to his aid
he was wrong, he needed fear
for that was the only thing that kept his eyes clear
fear is what keeps one sane
all that courage kept him vain
to the dangers of the world
Timmy’s dance of death had unfurled
I really enjoyed this poem!! Great imagery, I could really tell what the scenery was like.
A good lesson: never be so sure of yourself. Nice poem!