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In The
Pale Ghostly Moonlight
In the pale ghostly moonlight
The land slips silently by,
The trees take on a menacing form
As I drive on through the night.
Not many trucks on the road, save mine
The radio is strangely silent
This is my favorite time to drive,
When all is still and quiet.
In the grass along the side of the road
Small bands of deer are grazing,
I move among these silent shapes
As they turn to watch my passing.
The scent of wood smoke fills the air
It drifts in through my window,
I cannot see the house it marks,
But still, I know it’s out there.
I wonder at the life they lead
And hope that they are happy,
As for me, I know I live a life
That a lot of people envy.
The sights, O Lord, the things I see,
Do bring to me a smile.
I live a life of beauty and peace,
As the land slips silently by.
Julie Ann Fricker
© 1996
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