The walk in the daytime
was lovely, for the suncaused the tiny ripples
on the water to sparkle
like some rare gems from
the sea,
But at night, the tall trees
seem to block out the moonlight
that might have kept the jewels
sparkling if I could have seen
them.
An eerie moan comes from the wind as
as it tries to part the branches to get
a better look at what is happening
below.
Perhaps Old Ben will make his rounds
to seek out the one who had cheated on him
so long ago. I quicken my pace now
for my grandfather had once told of Old Ben
searching and mumbling words that
only the wind can understand.
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