DJ had to make a move
He had to face the fear
Time was running out on him
The night was drawing near
The hour came to start for home
There was no time to spare
Thickening darkness swallowed him
Goose bumps raised his hair
Blinking lights and piercing wind
The cracking of the wood
The forest seemed to call his name
DJ froze and stood
No moon was out to light the way
Or stars in yonder sky
His shortcut had become a test
For courage he’d comply
With pocket knife in shaking hand
DJ took his course
Prepared to meet all unseen foes
With death inflicting force
Finally DJ saw the light
He sprinted to the glow
Trying not to slip and slide
Across the melting snow
Home at last and still on time
The clock read six o’ one
He cleaned his face and took a place
The food was almost done
Thal Dixon
1989
