GHOST POND FOR TRAVELLERS

GHOST POND FOR TRAVELLERS by Rick Haynes

The mist was so thick

As thick as a mist could be

But did it hold a secret

For you, and for me

We could hear the ducks

Squawking in the distance

But a splash, then silence

All quiet in an instance

I looked up at the skies

The darkness, the tears

The lightening above

And our terrible fears

She’d left us to wander

And never came back

And now full of sorrow

We’d return down the track

Our hearts were so heavy

As we decided to leave

But a noise turned us round

And we dared to believe

But the Ghost Pond had won

Our leader, now drowned

For Hunter had gone

No more to be found

We knew what would happen

Once the news reached our kin

For the pack would howl long

And the battles begin