As I ‘am’
slowly
going to St. Ives
the fear and trepidation within me thrives,
for waiting there
for me to come
is a creature fierce
that will strike me dumb.
I cannot name that fearsome beast,
nor describes its features, least-
-ways, I could,
but doing so
would do no good,
for then the fear
would within ‘you’ rise,
and terror seep into your eyes.
Needless to say,
I just might not survive
this terminous day.
Graeme Sandford 