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May 2016
outside there's a mist
white like snow it covers all
air so thick we you can not breathe
eyes are blinded we need to flee
except our homes we can no longer see
so to be safe we take each others hands
so no one is left a stray
me crawl on our hands and knees
so not to trip on what we can not see
for we have no eyes to help us guide
we need to hurry to get inside
for the air is getting thicker by time
if we stay out much longer we will die
so everyone uses there hands to feel as we crawl
under the mist we have to bare just a little more
one of us is bound to fine his home
as a tug is felt on my arm
I grab hold of my partners hand as hard as i could
as we are dragged in we can feel the warmth
the air is clear our eyes can see once more
as we get up we can see who it was
who pulled us to safety admist the fog
it Jeniffer she found a home
pulled us in as quickly as she could
we are so grateful we hug her with joy
for we can wait it out and then go home
until then lets gather round
to get to know each and everyone
Michael Hill
Written by
Michael Hill  Powell river
(Powell river)   
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   --- and cgembry
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