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Woodland Shrine


 


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.


 



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Woodland Shrine