A follish place in winter this is
For travelers alone.
This forest holds her providence
That I do not belong.

My flint and steel are cold and useless,
The wood she yeilds is wet and raw.
The winter has such hungry teeth;
Should I sleep I'll not see dawn,

Loec if this be Providence
Than please remember me in song,
And I shall speal these words all night
So they may keep me warm;
Safe until the Dawn.

Traveler's song:
Author: anonymous, though most likely human.

That's cool! There really should be more stuff like this on wh foras.

Excellent! You've inspired me to go find my "Teclis and the Rats" poem to put here.

Thanks for the kind words guys. I wanted to throw my hat into this here ring because , as a writer I believe in the idea of this page and didn't want to see it stay silent for too long and eventually get dropped. I put that poem together rather quickly and to be honest, I wasn't sure how it was going to be recieved.

So thanks again for the kind words and especially to Mach for following my lead. I will read "Techlis and the Rats" as soon as I can. (it is late and I smell like a kitchen )

To the other Gladers, bring on the fiction, keep the fluff alive.

I thought we had said no profanity...

On a serious note, nice poem WD! It has a good rhythm to it.