An Old Memory

I remember when I was young

And lived in blissful ignorance

Then with the changing seasons so did I

But still my mind goes back

 

To those mountain ranges and

Again I become that small boy

Walking down a loggers road

Overcome by nature’s magnificence 

 

I’m dwarfed by even the smallest tree

Silently I touch the forest floor

Feeling fear I’d wake a sleeping angel

The loggers road turned sharply and so did I

 

And there I stood amongst those twelve huge crows

Some of them near as big as I was

Caw their screams rose up 

And so did they, all twelve fluttering round me

 

While they flew off with screams of terror

And I, shaking in a frenzy,

Fell to the ground and cried for mercy

Feeling every bit the intruder.