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Guhor Wood



 



There were Beasts in Guhor Wood



Keeping back just out of sight:



As I walked back from Elli’s



I could hear them every night.



 



Sometimes the road would move,



The trees rustle and sway,



As I strode boldy on



That dark enchanted way.



Guhor woods were friendly



Under the light of the sun



No wild impulse then



To break into a run,



None of that sense



Of night time fear



Just a pleasant wooded road



When daylight was here.



 



There were trenches in Guhor Wood



Left there from the war



Half collapsed and filled in



In the process of being no more.



 



Were those trenches bloodied?



Had it been a combat zone?



All these things came to me 



As I walked back each night alone.



Were those wild things shades,



Echoes of that recent past?



Would they gradually fade



Go to their rest at last?



Sometimes I would sit



On a little roadside seat



Regardless of the beasts



That I could maybe meet.



 



Always I got back safely



And that was obviously good,



But deep down in my mind I knew



There were Beasts in Guhor Wood.



 



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