I Went A Rambling, Dreaming..... Poem by Geoffrey Fafard

I went for a stroll the other night in my dreaming
Lost in the woods I became
All flustered and without direction
Till I came to a clearing bereft of trees
Ah said I tis the mark of humanity
I am safe here, am I not?
But no birds were there in the clearing
No insects loudly called
No creatures could hide in non existent shade
Sunlight penetrated to parched drying dying ground
So lost then in this clearing I became
Till I spieda stout man eating his lunch
With his axe laying beside him
The blade covered in the red sap of tree-blood!
I glanced at the man I glanced at the forest
And I ran and ran and cried and cried
Liked a lost lunatic into the forest
Where I hid and hid and sheltered
Too scared to leave the cover
Till I awoke and trembling held my coffee
This dreaming must stop I told my dog
And the huge gum tree behind my house
As I turned to go the wind came up
And whispered something to the tree
It just shivered its branches
And alone sang an unknown song.