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The reunion came, back there at last
It didn't seem like fifty years had passed
We'd called them Guhor Woods,
That stretch of dark, forbidding pines
That lined the road on both sides
Arranged in ranks and serried lines
That dark and winding road
Never lit by light or lamp
That stretched from Elli's bar
To and from our base in camp
In Guhor Wood, wandered in deep
I lost the path and fell asleep.
It just never crossed my mind
Just how strange it was to find
A little bench of polished wood
Put just there, but it felt so good
To find a place where I could sit.
When drink is in there's little wit.
The moonlight gave a sinister charm
To the cross with outstretched arms
That loomed there before my face
In that suddenly turned sinister place.
In a drunken state like mine
I'd fallen asleep in a woodland shrine
Before a crucifix they'd placed there,
Obviously tended with loving care.
I'll never forget the expression
The sculptor had caught
Of pain long suffered
And experience bought.
I ran off scared into the night
Haunted by that touching sight.
I never did find the way back
Though for months I tried every track.
I knew I hadn't imagined that scene
From my days as a drunken teen,
And now I'd searched each found track
But I never did find my way back
To that little Woodland place
Where I'd seen that haunted face.
Was it fifty years since I'd been that way
It really had seemed like only yesterday.