by Augustine Bauer

Created on: November 18, 2009   Last Updated: January 15, 2010

Lights whiz past in the dark dark night

The cold is lurking ready to bite

We speed down the motorway

Our headlights keep the dark at bay

The moon peeps out

And the darkness is out

Now the tress laugh

As we sail down our moonlit path

And so our ride shall be pleasant

Under that silver, gleaming crescent

I wrote this when I was about eleven during the night time return journey from my Grandparents house. I remember all five of us kids squeezed into the car and me feeling like the inside of the car was the one safe cubicle of light and warmth in a dark and cruel night time world. I know it is a little juvenile, but I was rather proud of it at the time and thought I would share.

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