There is a place in the woods where a legend waits,

Told of this year after year but does anyone really listen?

It’s Fall now, a blanket of leaves slowly covers the ground,

Dark it is even in the day as there are many trees touching the sky.

A thick fog forms this time of year, it lingers until morning’s light,

A person can get lost here, not a place to venture among what

Can’t be seen.

They will all not listen to this tall tale and dare step into a nightmare,

Camp here they will on a night filled with fright, did not listen

Did not listen and they don’t come back.

Keith Garrett