Winter StormTraveling down the winter path,
The snow is like a freezing bath,
It goes crunch under his feet,
He loves walking on this icy sheet.
This cold is calming, dark and dreary,
If he should lose his way no one will see,
His path differs from the normal one,
His fatal flaw, cannot be undone.
Sun is down, moon has gone,
Stumbled past the town he neared,
He walked right past the frozen pond,
His trial could have been through.
Now he has lost his way, where to go,
Must get home, he cannot slow,
Take a guess. Is this the way?
Must push forward cannot stay.
Flowing down the narrow line,
A leaf blowing in the wind of time,
No house or place to call his own,
Waiting for the cold to take him home.
Don’t struggle the elements any more,
His body is fighting against death’s door,
Like a hiker trapped in a mindless storm,
Hoping his lost strength will be reborn.
Can’t feel his fingers or his toes,
No one’s aware of the pain he knows,
Can’t imagine the quiet chil’,
Lost in a storm walking for miles.
Now the sky is clearing up,
His legs feel like they will erupt,
It might already… be too late…..,
Just a minute, his time’s not through,
Here comes the search and rescue crew,
Did they not struggle? were they prepared?
To save the boy who thought no one cared.
[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2009 EDITION]
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