Wild Wood Poem by Mary Champion

Into the wild untrodden woods,
where light can scarcely penetrate,
she stumbles over tangled roots
and sees no sign to indicate
a pathway she might hope to tread-
a path to lead her home.


Deep in the dark untrodden woods,
a movement makes her hesitate.
She wonders at what fearsome brutes,
what heartless beasts might personate
a friend, and then mess with her head -
so lost, so far from home.


Here in the dark untrodden woods
that somehow seem to activate
the manic menace that pollutes
the life that she must navigate -
at last, she sees, some way ahead,
a light to lead her home.


But in the vast untrodden woods,
where ev'rything seems desolate,
the glimmer takes unhelpful routes
that only serve to demonstrate
how cruelly she's been misled
and lured so far from home.


Amidst the wild untrodden woods,
such feeble light can't mitigate
the peril of the tangled roots.
Her guide has proved inadequate.
Her final faintest hopes have fled
and left her far from home.